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.
like first name
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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bro i read nothing in my life
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i really havent
i dont understand magnetisation
wait what is that
so the method has to be autonomous
is this you as well
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
send link
feel you
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
its good