nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I am below everything.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
hiding from the rain
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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
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
propensity within someone
but i respect your search
"Put a blanket."
no longer writing in the third person
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
its performative
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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