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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Picture

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

plato

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

lol

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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