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 haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i was tempted to lie about my name

...

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i understand

the site i am dreaming

Slug

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

autonomy of learning

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

and the fake qualifier

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate