all that is to say
or never left
its good short few pages
hello reader,
lol
sorry i am texting like a slav
i dont understand magnetisation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
idk
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
you have a beautiful account btw
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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 believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i love it here
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
ahnaf abrar
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.