kind of mythopoesis

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

abrar?

barren land

so the method has to be autonomous

fw

no like which do people call me

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

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

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

which magnetises chains of pins

i have read not even 1 book

i was tempted to lie about my name

and the fake qualifier

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

what do you mean

lol yea

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

its good short few pages

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

no i haven't really read anything

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I am below everything.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

plato

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

this will be about a slug

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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?

was it worth it

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