"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
currently
no longer writing in the third person
but really the thing should be autonomous
you cannot feed someone truth
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
not their contents
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.
have you read
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
no i haven't really read anything