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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
all that is to say
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
autonomy of learning
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
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.
abrar?
Today I felt like starting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
....
your feed looks like my tumblr
feel you
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?
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
fw
i really havent