sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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propensity within someone

really i want the internet

no longer writing in the third person

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Worse Lift

i see a website

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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you