so the method has to be autonomous
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.
Better Lift
kind of mythopoesis
i see a website
sorry i am texting like a slav
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
lol
i really havent
like first name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i want to do that too
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 was tempted to lie about my name
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
the site i am dreaming
in a post. I want to be remembered
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ion
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?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send link
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
lol yea
Can I see