you have a beautiful account btw
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
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
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
in a post. I want to be remembered
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.kind of mythopoesis
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
hello reader,
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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?
what do you think my name is
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
division of reality is straying away from it
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
wait what is that