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?
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
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
but i respect your search
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
its good
so an active mazelike process
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
isaac
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
isaac newton
sorry i am texting like a slav