The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
god being the centre magnet
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i have read not even 1 book
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
fw
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no like which do people call me
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
magnetisation/form
the site i am dreaming
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
your feed looks like my tumblr
as in
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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
in a post. I want to be remembered
its good
feel you
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."