"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Better Lift
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
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.
hiding from the rain
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we can only engage in such a way
not their contents
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
its performative
and the fake qualifier
thank you
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
or never left
so the method has to be autonomous