The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
hello reader,
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
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
kind of mythopoesis
bro i read nothing in my life
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
and the fake qualifier
no longer writing in the third person
much more tactility