"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
autonomy of learning
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thank you, Jack
I am below everything.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
we can only engage in such a way
in a post. I want to be remembered
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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
kind of mythopoesis
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.Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class