I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
"Put a blanket."
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
thank you
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
its good short few pages
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
have you read
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
magnetises a pin
like magnets
propensity within someone
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?
i have read not even 1 book
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
isaac newton
i understand
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
plato
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying