Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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?
brb i will read and reply sincerely
division of reality is straying away from it
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
feel you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
idk
send your tumblr
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your feed looks like my tumblr
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
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
is everyoneback on tumblr now
abrar?
what do you think my name is
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
have you read
or never left
i really havent
like first name
ahnaf abrar
bro i read nothing in my life
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i really havent
i was tempted to lie about my name
what do you mean