its performative

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

send your tumblr

like first name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

so the method has to be autonomous

i love it here

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you cannot feed someone truth

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

so at the end

like magnets

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Rain, starting

as in

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