no like which do people call me

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Style

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?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

no i haven't really read anything

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

hiding from the rain

all that is to say

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

its good

so an active mazelike process

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

what do you think my name is

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

fw

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

idk

so at the end

i dont understand magnetisation

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.