is this you as well
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what do you think my name is
its good short few pages
abrar?
i want to do that too
god being the centre magnet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i understand
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
"Put a blanket."
isaac
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
the site i am dreaming
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.that looks like my instagram account
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
really i want the internet
i was tempted to lie about my name
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.