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i have read not even 1 book
yeah
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
abrar?
no longer writing in the third person
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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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the site i am dreaming
plato
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
not so on: yvf(wthw)
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
idk
we can only engage in such a way
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
but really the thing should be autonomous
thank you
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.