He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so the method has to be autonomous
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
all that is to say
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?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Thank you, Jack
Can I see
division of reality is straying away from it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting