"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Better Lift
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
propensity within someone
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.much more tactility
what do you think my name is
yeah
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
barren land
your feed looks like my tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
like magnets
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
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.
plato