i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

like first name

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

so the method has to be autonomous

as in

its performative

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

not their contents

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

you cannot feed someone truth

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Thank you, Jack

abrar?

IWGD

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

i understand

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.

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