and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

bro i read nothing in my life

this will be about a slug

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

It Will Get Lighter

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i really havent

sorry i am texting like a slav

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

magnetisation/form

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not their contents

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

we need to be deconstructing our identities

propensity within someone

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

no like which do people call me

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.

so the method has to be autonomous

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book