nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I am below everything.


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Picture

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

"Put a blanket."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

we can only engage in such a way

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone truth

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i see a website

yeah

i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

your feed looks like my tumblr

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

have you read