Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wait what is that
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
whats your name?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i see a website
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i really havent
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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
But seriously, thank you, Jack
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it