Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

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


no longer writing in the third person


Picture


Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

the site i am dreaming

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.