She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
all that is to say
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its performative
yeah
you cannot feed someone truth
bro i read nothing in my life
autonomy of learning
i was tempted to lie about my name
no like which do people call me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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
yeah