i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
thank you
its good
not their contents
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
plato
god being the centre magnet
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
bro i read nothing in my life
and the fake qualifier
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
which magnetises chains of pins
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
you have a beautiful account btw
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i understand
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting