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

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i see a website

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

really i want the internet

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

13, H, grate

was it worth it

lol yea

feel you

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i was tempted to lie about my name

magnetisation/form

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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?

Rain, starting

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

its performative

the site i am dreaming