i am quite illiterate on producing technology

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Better Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I Write Goodbye Letter

magnetises a pin

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

13, H, grate

propensity within someone

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

as in

was it worth it

magnetisation/form

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine