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?

much more tactility

idk

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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.

I am below everything.

barren land

god being the centre magnet

plato

ion