a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.you cannot feed someone truth
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.
idk
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
lol
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
propensity within someone
isaac newton
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
whats your name?
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we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
"Put a blanket."
is this you as well
that looks like my instagram account
isaac
its performative
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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