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

like first name

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

December 2025

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

you have a beautiful account btw

this will be about a slug

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

send link

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the site i am dreaming

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

so at the end

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

that looks like my instagram account

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.

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