But seriously, thank you, Jack
send link
bro i read nothing in my life
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
is this you as well
its performative
magnetisation/form
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
as in
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
really i want the internet
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
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