i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I am below everything.

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

bro i read nothing in my life

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

you cannot feed someone truth

yeah

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i dont understand magnetisation

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

idk

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything