Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

barren land

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like first name

propensity within someone

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

ion

thank you

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

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

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

i really havent

magnetisation/form

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

sorry i am texting like a slav

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

whats your name?

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

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

we can only engage in such a way

Lift Analysis

you cannot feed someone truth

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