We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Thank you, Jack
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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.
I am below everything.
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
you have a beautiful account btw
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
lol
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Can I see
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