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.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

but really the thing should be autonomous

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

i understand

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

Better Lift

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

you have a beautiful account btw

lol

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

its performative

autonomy of learning