your feed looks like my tumblr

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

division of reality is straying away from it

all that is to say

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like magnets

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

isaac newton

i love it here

propensity within someone

not so on: yvf(wthw)

yeah

and the fake qualifier

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

whats your name?

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

barren land

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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?