i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

the site i am dreaming

2 (actually index). two is company

was it worth it

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

"Put a blanket."

kind of mythopoesis

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

i really havent

isaac

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

its performative

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

really i want the internet

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