really i want the internet

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.

no longer writing in the third person

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

but i respect your search

...

Slug