really i want the internet
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
yes
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.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
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i really havent
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Thank you, Jack
lol yea
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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
all that is to say
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.