and the fake qualifier

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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


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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13


13, H, grate

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

feel you

plato

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

and the fake qualifier

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

was it worth it


ion

no i haven't really read anything

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

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

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

like magnets