The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
in a post. I want to be remembered
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
abrar?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
all that is to say
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying