One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

autonomy of learning

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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but i respect your search

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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

isaac newton

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

fw

i have read not even 1 book

ion

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

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

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

was it worth it

or never left

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

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

yes

really i want the internet