a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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like first name

no longer writing in the third person

like magnets

It Will Get Lighter

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people


magnetises a pin

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

hiding from the rain

abrar?

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

but really the thing should be autonomous

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

isaac newton

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

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.