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

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

"Put a blanket."

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

division of reality is straying away from it

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

you have a beautiful account btw

autonomy of learning

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i really havent

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

much more tactility

but i respect your search

you cannot feed someone truth

was it worth it

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its good short few pages