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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

no like which do people call me

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Rain, starting

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

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

so the method has to be autonomous

13, H, grate

yeah

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so at the end

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

which magnetises chains of pins

barren land

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

is everyoneback on tumblr now