"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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in a post. I want to be remembered
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
propensity within someone
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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 am quite illiterate on producing technology
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
that looks like my instagram account
the site i am dreaming