but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It Will Get Lighter

magnetisation/form

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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


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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)



Lift Analysis

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

autonomy of learning

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

so at the end

propensity within someone

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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.