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I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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?

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.

send link

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.


i really havent

in a post. I want to be remembered

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

wait what is that

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

this will be about a slug

...


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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I Write Goodbye Letter