what do you mean
the site i am dreaming
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
that looks like my instagram account
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
propensity within someone
feel you
yeah
god being the centre magnet
so at the end
i dont understand magnetisation
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not their contents
i really havent
have you read
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
and the fake qualifier
really i want the internet