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

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

no longer writing in the third person

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Better Lift


IWGD

yes

abrar?

send your tumblr

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

isaac newton

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Style

i dont understand magnetisation

this will be about a slug