Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

propensity within someone

no longer writing in the third person

Style

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.

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

the site i am dreaming

thank you

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.