"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
kind of mythopoesis
something religious, a kind of complex,
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i see a website
Lift Analysis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine