I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
currently
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
Better Lift
you cannot feed someone truth
division of reality is straying away from it
you have a beautiful account btw
kind of mythopoesis
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
autonomy of learning
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
thank you
ion
fw
its good
idk
barren land
no i haven't really read anything
Can I see
not their contents
whats your name?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
really i want the internet
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
the site i am dreaming