it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so at the end

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

and the fake qualifier

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

what do you think my name is

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

idk

that looks like my instagram account

i have read not even 1 book

we need to be deconstructing our identities

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

"Put a blanket."

ahnaf abrar

i want to do that too

I am below everything.

no longer writing in the third person

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

fw

barren land

It's

dusk