Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
kind of mythopoesis
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
I am below everything.
division of reality is straying away from it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
not so on: yvf(wthw)
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
plato
its good short few pages
i dont understand magnetisation
lol
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything