isaac newton
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.
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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good short few pages
thank you
plato
ahnaf abrar
sorry i am texting like a slav
plato
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i understand
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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?
yeah
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
no like which do people call me
so at the end
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
I am below everything.
what do you mean
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?