and the fake qualifier

so at the end

and the fake qualifier

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

no i haven't really read anything

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

its good

you cannot feed someone truth

i dont understand magnetisation

fw

thank you

idk

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch


Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

currently

sorry i am texting like a slav