stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
wait what is that
like first name
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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
whats your name?
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
isaac
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Better Lift
plato
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.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
magnetisation/form
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
like magnets