I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
magnetises a pin
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetisation/form
so at the end
whats your name?
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
what do you think my name is
its good short few pages
Can I see
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
bro i read nothing in my life
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
its performative
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
hiding from the rain
so the method has to be autonomous
plato
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
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
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.