Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

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

lol

i have read not even 1 book

thank you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i want to do that too


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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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

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

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

no i haven't really read anything

what do you think my name is

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no like which do people call me

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

It Will Get Lighter

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.


so at the end

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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