One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

much more tactility

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

as in

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

not their contents

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

but i respect your search

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Rain, starting

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

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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?

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

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i love it here

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.

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