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sorry i am texting like a slav
fw
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
barren land
isaac newton
i dont understand magnetisation
i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
send link
it is hopeful
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.
whats your name?
i really havent
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
and the fake qualifier