i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.hiding from the rain
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
not their contents
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
so an active mazelike process
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i see a website
i love it here
idk
what do you mean