currently

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

its good

i really havent

so at the end

your feed looks like my tumblr

fw

is this you as well

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

is everyoneback on tumblr now

sorry i am texting like a slav

Worse Lift

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

whats your name?

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

what do you mean

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

no i haven't really read anything

i want to do that too

lol

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

no longer writing in the third person

1

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac newton

yeah

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl