"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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propensity within someone
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i was tempted to lie about my name
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i love it here
ion
it is hopeful
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
and the fake qualifier
no longer writing in the third person
in a post. I want to be remembered
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
all that is to say
so the method has to be autonomous