its performative

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

you have a beautiful account btw

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i see a website

Style

division of reality is straying away from it

much more tactility

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.