i have read not even 1 book
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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
really i want the internet
hello reader,
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
we need to be deconstructing our identities
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
bro i read nothing in my life
whats your name?
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
was it worth it
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
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
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me
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