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What is love is number three

You’re not alone is number two

Rhythm of the night is number one

Load of ballicks

Where does it end

I don’t know what mind means to be honest

A very Luka provocation there.. Characters don’t exist, emotions don’t exist. Both maybe getting at the same thing though, mind increasingly outsourced to digital network and cybernetics and computers and stuff computers

Texts are increasingly featured in new novels - can’t remember who but a writer saying if she flicked through a new book and it had no texts / messages it wasn’t worth it

No it doesn’t really capture the actual experience of TV, more takes it’s damaging or addictive effects to a bizarre conclusion and uses that as maguffin. Good example because I think it’s difficult to represent newer media within older forms and I’m not sure it’s always worth trying too hard...

No. Can you link me?

‘A system that gravitates towards the plausible, the coherent, can easily become boring, repetitious, and self-reinforcing. This above all was what broke the spell of attributed agency for me: I realised that I, and not it, was supplying all the juice in our exchanges. I ended up being prompted...

smartest on the bord poetix I’ve always said that

Do you think you could handle fame? Even though I fantasise about it I’m pretty sure it would kill me quite quickly. Even though I exude an unbothered thing I actually CARE VERY DEEPLY ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK AND AM VERY SENSITIVE. Even mild praise can be overstimulating at times, and also...

He introduced me to a table of his friends and they looked at me funny when I said we were friends from the internet. Or maybe they all fancied me, cant tell sometimes. We both made a promise to bring dissensus back before I had to leave the spoons, little did I know he’d already done it!

This thread saved the forum

Look at us all getting on so well

When I met woops in spoons he said it’s dead and I slapped him, back of my hand and grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him back against the wall. Shaking him so he focused his drunken eyes I said look at me fucking look at me woops and when his eyes finally settled I said you fucking listen...

top 3 wiley non sequiturs please

Mate send me videos of a monsoon in old street but nothing north, just thunder