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wait what is that

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

plato

I Write Goodbye Letter

i understand

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send your tumblr

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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isaac

you cannot feed someone truth

i want to do that too

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

kind of mythopoesis

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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?

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

what do you think my name is

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.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?