you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

what do you think my name is

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

feel you

i was tempted to lie about my name

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

bro i read nothing in my life

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

and the fake qualifier

its good

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

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

lol

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

currently

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

what do you mean

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Thank you, Jack

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The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.