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.

It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

It's

dusk

kind of mythopoesis

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Can I see

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

you have a beautiful account btw

13, H, grate

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i see a website

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

wait what is that

yes

"Put a blanket."

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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