so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

but really the thing should be autonomous

really i want the internet

or never left

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

like first name

barren land

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

hiding from the rain

have you read

...

you cannot feed someone truth

i was tempted to lie about my name

"Put a blanket."

i dont understand magnetisation

magnetisation/form

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.