I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
you cannot feed someone truth
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
but really the thing should be autonomous
all that is to say
so at the end
much more tactility
really i want the internet
so an active mazelike process
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
bro i read nothing in my life
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
lol yea
what do you think my name is
its good
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
barren land
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
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?
sorry i am texting like a slav