really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
but really the thing should be autonomous
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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
you have a beautiful account btw
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."