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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

hiding from the rain

feel you


god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

what do you mean

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

plato

which magnetises chains of pins

god being the centre magnet

so at the end

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

magnetises a pin

isaac newton

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

whats your name?

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so the method has to be autonomous

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

its performative

isaac

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?