something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the site i am dreaming

send link

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

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

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Rain, starting

Slug

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack