yeah
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.
whats your name?
its good short few pages
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
lol yea
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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yeah
god being the centre magnet
isaac
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i have read not even 1 book
wait what is that
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
what do you think my name is
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i understand
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
the site i am dreaming
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
but i respect your search
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
ahnaf abrar
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?
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos