no i haven't really read anything
much more tactility
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
that looks like my instagram account
sorry i am texting like a slav
as in
which magnetises chains of pins
all that is to say
god being the centre magnet
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so the method has to be autonomous
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
magnetisation/form
no like which do people call me
its good
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?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.