really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i really havent

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

and the fake qualifier

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

you have a beautiful account btw

Better Lift

Style

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Slug

bro i read nothing in my life

not so on: yvf(wthw)

so at the end