we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

send your tumblr

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

barren land

or never left

no longer writing in the third person

so an active mazelike process

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

i have read not even 1 book

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

not so on: yvf(wthw)

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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.