i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

whats your name?

isaac newton

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

sorry i am texting like a slav

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i dont understand magnetisation

like magnets

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

god being the centre magnet

no like which do people call me

magnetises a pin

all that is to say

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol yea

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

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

have you read

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

that looks like my instagram account

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

much more tactility

not their contents