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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.like first name
no i haven't really read anything
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.
its good
i dont understand magnetisation
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
sorry i am texting like a slav
as in
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.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
whats your name?
you cannot feed someone truth
plato
was it worth it