The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Put a blanket."
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
isaac
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
hello reader,
so an active mazelike process
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.