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really i want the internet

we can only engage in such a way

division of reality is straying away from it

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

hello reader,

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

i love it here

its good short few pages

no like which do people call me

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

all that is to say

sorry i am texting like a slav

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet