Rain, starting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

isaac newton

i understand

i love it here

i dont understand magnetisation

whats your name?

send your tumblr

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

lol

i have read not even 1 book

and the fake qualifier

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.

hiding from the rain

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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?

not their contents

have you read

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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

the site i am dreaming