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Finally made a proper, final ref of my Narrator

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Belmont Cragin office Chicago

Basically Um. Stories are bodies and characters are organs. Send tweet

something rattles in the office. the call tone repeats. a loud, high pitched squeal, and a pre recorded message. it starts to fade as it goes on, as if whoever is on the other line has bad reception, but they don’t. it’s a call tone, a voicemail. a beep sounds, and the phone lying against the floor rattles once again.

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*guy who's trying to pretend he's not trapped* big fan of narratives. big fan of the ceaseless and repetitive flow of events given life by an audience and mutated by their perception

“I think I feel.. happy.”

It’s so important, and you need to say it. Except, your body won’t cooperate. Your lungs won’t take on air and your tongue performs contortions that don’t make words.

I Am Somebody by Glenn Ligon, 1991

just died my one thousdanth death and i feel awsome !!!

Almost Five

-January 21st, 2021

𝙘 𝙝 𝙤 𝙤 𝙨 𝙚 𝙮 𝙤 𝙪 𝙧 𝙥 𝙖 𝙩 𝙝

THAT'S IT I'M DONE REDESIGNING HIM HE STAYS LIKE THIS

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Briefcase.

Yes. Good. A briefcase is undoubtedly a serious object. Even just thinking about what a briefcase might contain, my brow is furrowed and I am filled with the deepest seriousness.

I hope that it is lengthy and elaborate business documents for me to peruse, with lots of technical language and and some standard types of graphs for data visualization. No 3D graphics or bright colors on the graphs please. We are running a serious operation here.

never ending land, a stretching, vast landscape. the trees and fauna are all the same, all the way across. the world is flat, terribly so. the same rock sticks out every so often. you cannot stop walking

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Maybe I can fix it. U