We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I Write Goodbye Letter

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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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

bro i read nothing in my life

so at the end

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