"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."
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"Put a blanket."
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
kind of mythopoesis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Can I see
Thank you, Jack
i really havent
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
but really the thing should be autonomous