It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Rain, starting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

in a post. I want to be remembered

I am below everything.

IWGD



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 really havent

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

and the fake qualifier

no i haven't really read anything

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

...

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

hello reader,

its performative

autonomy of learning

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

was it worth 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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse