a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
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and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
have you read
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
but i respect your search
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
hello reader,
ion
the site i am dreaming
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
not their contents
your feed looks like my tumblr