besame mucho

So you want a romantic interest who looks like a warrior god(ess) with a monk's calm discipline...

Perhaps you'd prefer a mad max-coded feral anti-hero(ine) with unexpected emotional depth...

Or maybe an eldritch being from another dimension that only wants to read you to sleep and stand guard till the morning...

Here's a good one. Space pirate sending you letters about the celestial wonders they're exploring and how none of it compares....

Let's write them into existence, exactly as you see them, no AI necessary. We can be literary, fluffy, smutty, irreverent, poetic, or mythic. From Greek mythology to 2000s CW shows, Jane Austen to alien barbarians, I got you. Think of me as a portal opener to the hyper specific worlds you'd like to visit.

Does anyone know how to get money when you have none? Because somewhere between always losing jobs right before I can afford to get assessed and never having anyone or thing to fall back on, I just always wind up on the brink of homelessness saying terrible untrue things that leave ugly marks on my soul to my landlord. The last story, the one I sent to Granta will definitely by the one to get things rolling. But that's all the way in March.

I have a super nice voice. I'll talk nice to you on voxer for 200 American. (Nigella lawson-ish rasp) Send it now, do you have.... paypal?

But I'm going out today. To get something for my brother. A thing that I should never have even known about. Who lies about having access to a PO Box? What makes me do dumb shit like that? As with all contact with family, this errand has sparked and triggered....and led to my phone crashing down from a great height. I wouldn't be innattentive if I had health insurance or enough money to call the number saved as pineapple express. Don't worry, the cops here aren't even hip to moving pictures. I write this post at great risk to my fingers, avoiding the worst of the cracks. And did you know when you quit your job because the boss is a lecherous roach, they make you take back the laptop.

But again, lots of highways to cross today and everyone still hungover from the last weekend before the inevitable return to work. Pick pockets too. Maybe one of them will drop a rolex watch into my bag in a bid to prevent being caught with it, pulling me into a saga full of international intrigue. The kind where envelopes of money, guns and passports are just provided to you. Not like the Americans. Like Mr and Mrs Smith. But less physically demanding. I bet the ampetamines would knock the executive function into the stratosphere. I might even do laundry. Or eat. Ha!