a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

isaac

Rain, starting

autonomy of learning

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so at the end

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

much more tactility

barren land

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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abrar?

ion