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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
like first name
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
lol yea
isaac newton
yeah
so at the end
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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.
it is hopeful
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
lol
what do you think my name is
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
idk