and the fake qualifier
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i was tempted to lie about my name
your feed looks like my tumblr
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end
Thank you, Jack
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Today I felt like starting
i have read not even 1 book
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
lol yea
or never left
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate