I am below everything.
not their contents
"Put a blanket."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
bro i read nothing in my life
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
sorry i am texting like a slav
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
whats your name?
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
propensity within someone
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
in a post. I want to be remembered
yeah
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
its good short few pages
plato
i understand
you have a beautiful account btw
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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?
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.