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magnetisation/form
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
not their contents
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you have a beautiful account btw
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox."Put a blanket."
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
Can I see
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Thank you, Jack
its good
hiding from the rain
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you