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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate

I am below everything.

Picture

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like magnets

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

as in

magnetisation/form

and the fake qualifier

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.

Slug

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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?

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

IWGD

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within 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.