They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
brb i will read and reply sincerely
you cannot feed someone truth
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
yeah
magnetisation/form
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.not their contents
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no longer writing in the third person
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
and the fake qualifier
it is hopeful
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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
much more tactility
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
like first name