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?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

its performative

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them


i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason


this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

much more tactility

Worse Lift

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i dont understand magnetisation

...

or never left

I Write Goodbye Letter

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression


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

we need to be deconstructing our identities