okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i want to do that too

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i dont understand magnetisation

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

not their contents

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

lol yea

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i have read not even 1 book

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

really i want the internet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

bro i read nothing in my life

its performative

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and the fake qualifier