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like first name
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
"Put a blanket."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.