currently

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.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

plato

and the fake qualifier

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

barren land

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

I am below everything.

Worse Lift

like first name

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


we can only engage in such a way

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i have read not even 1 book

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

lol

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

as in

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

its good short few pages

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason



there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

whats your name?

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate