Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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really i want the internet
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
propensity within someone
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
as in
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Better Lift
we can only engage in such a way
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack