We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
...
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
so at the end
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in
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?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I am below everything.
i really havent
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
bro i read nothing in my life
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
fw
yeah
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.