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isaac newton

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Worse Lift

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Better Lift

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

and the fake qualifier

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

its good short few pages

yeah

magnetises a pin

plato

idk