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
lol
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
lol yea
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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wait what is that
is this you as well
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
thank you
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yes
was it worth it
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetises a pin
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
no longer writing in the third person
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.bro i read nothing in my life