i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Today I felt like starting
"Put a blanket."
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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.
no i haven't really read anything
was it worth it
so an active mazelike process
isaac newton
sorry i am texting like a slav
like magnets
which magnetises chains of pins
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
its good
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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?
i love it here