And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
so the method has to be autonomous
lol yea
all that is to say
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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
send your tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
its performative
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
your feed looks like my tumblr
magnetisation/form
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?
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you cannot feed someone truth
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
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 site i am dreaming