god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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
so the method has to be autonomous
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
so an active mazelike process
we can only engage in such a way
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?
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
in a post. I want to be remembered
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i really havent
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
the site i am dreaming
Better Lift