December 2025

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

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

bro i read nothing in my life

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Today I felt like starting

2 (actually index). two is company

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

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its good

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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in a post. I want to be remembered

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Put a blanket."

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

Lift Analysis

no i haven't really read anything

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

bro i read nothing in my life

so an active mazelike process