There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
really i want the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
kind of mythopoesis
...
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.the site i am dreaming
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
hiding from the rain
not so on: yvf(wthw)
barren land
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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propensity within someone
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03