somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

feel you

so at the end

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

what do you think my name is

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

I am below everything.

no like which do people call me

what do you mean

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

which magnetises chains of pins

have you read