really i want the internet

I am below everything.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

all that is to say

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

as in

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

we can only engage in such a way

you have a beautiful account btw

yes

but i respect your search

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

it is hopeful