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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

so the method has to be autonomous

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i understand

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

division of reality is straying away from it

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?

isaac

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Can I see

I am below everything.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i dont understand magnetisation