Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
its good
so the method has to be autonomous
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
really i want the internet
but i respect your search
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
"Put a blanket."
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
no longer writing in the third person
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
isaac newton
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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.