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.
really i want the internet
i see a website
I am below everything.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
but really the thing should be autonomous
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
Lift Analysis
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
but i respect your search
thank you
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
not their contents
i was tempted to lie about my name
you have a beautiful account btw
kind of mythopoesis