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
brb i will read and reply sincerely
you have a beautiful account btw
but i respect your search
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
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
what do you think my name is