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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

whats your name?

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

send your tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i love it here

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

what do you mean

so at the end

its good short few pages

is this you as well

all that is to say

so an active mazelike process

its performative

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

feel you

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

2 (actually index). two is company

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

yeah

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

the site i am dreaming

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

in a post. I want to be remembered

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.