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

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.

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Rain, starting

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

so the method has to be autonomous

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

much more tactility

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December 2025

its performative

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

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

and the fake qualifier

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

god being the centre magnet

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i really havent

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i have read not even 1 book

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

the site i am dreaming

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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