"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

hiding from the rain

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?

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

        13       |
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            H   |
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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good short few pages

autonomy of learning

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

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

i dont understand magnetisation