yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

I am below everything.

kind of mythopoesis

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

is this you as well

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?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

what do you think my name is

thank you

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

idk

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Lift Analysis

as in

send link

Thank you, Jack

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

feel you

in a post. I want to be remembered