Thank you, Jack

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

whats your name?

i understand

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

which magnetises chains of pins

like magnets

all that is to say


yes

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

plato

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

have you read

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

the site i am dreaming

IWGD

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities