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

its performative

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

not their contents

as in

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i understand

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

send link

its good short few pages

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

that looks like my instagram account

magnetisation/form

wait what is that

you cannot feed someone truth

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

or never left

ion

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

and the fake qualifier

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?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

abrar?

sorry i am texting like a slav