and the fake qualifier

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

ion

that looks like my instagram account

have you read

lol yea

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

I Write Goodbye Letter

wait what is that

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

or never left

lol

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

its good

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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.

Thank you, Jack

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