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but really the thing should be autonomous
yes
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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
what do you think my name is
division of reality is straying away from it
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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?