isaac

what do you mean

that looks like my instagram account

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

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

lol yea

lol

no like which do people call me

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Slug

and the fake qualifier

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

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

ion

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

yeah

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

or never left

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext