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I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

and the fake qualifier

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

is this you as well

magnetisation/form

not their contents

"Put a blanket."

was it worth it

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

so the method has to be autonomous

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

feel you

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

no longer writing in the third person

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

its performative

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

isaac

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

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.