nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
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
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i want to do that too
is this you as well
i love it here
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
as in
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
your feed looks like my tumblr