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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

what do you think my name is

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

have you read

like first name

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

abrar?

feel you

ion

all that is to say

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

not their contents

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

so at the end

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

yeah

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thank you, Jack

is this you as well

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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