"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Can I see

Better Lift

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Lift Analysis

...

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

...

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

kind of mythopoesis

not so on: yvf(wthw)