i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
currently
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i see a website
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike