Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
currently
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.
Better Lift
really i want the internet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
the site i am dreaming
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
feel you
so the method has to be autonomous
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak