It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.you cannot feed someone truth
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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.
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?
autonomy of learning
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
"Put a blanket."
propensity within someone
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thank you, Jack
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
was it worth it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
lol yea
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
send your tumblr
lol
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03