its performative
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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
I am below everything.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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?
magnetisation/form
not their contents
no longer writing in the third person
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15