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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Slug

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

December 2025

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Worse Lift

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

i really havent

yeah

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I am below everything.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

barren land

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in