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?
bro i read nothing in my life
god being the centre magnet
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
plato
in a post. I want to be remembered
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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
so at the end
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
you have a beautiful account btw
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
have you read