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.
send link
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
idk
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
whats your name?
plato
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
propensity within someone
what do you think my name is
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
so at the end
you cannot feed someone truth
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
was it worth it
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting