i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
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.
send your tumblr
so at the end
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
we need to be deconstructing our identities
was it worth it
sorry i am texting like a slav
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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?
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
ion
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 stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
which magnetises chains of pins
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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 hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things