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.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

the site i am dreaming

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

i love it here

i really havent

so the method has to be autonomous

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

it is hopeful

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

I Write Goodbye Letter

propensity within someone

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

1

wait what is that

IWGD

you cannot feed someone truth

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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division of reality is straying away from it

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.