There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

magnetisation/form

so at the end

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

or never left

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

idk

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book

i want to do that too

no i haven't really read anything

no like which do people call me

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Slug

bro i read nothing in my life

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

i really havent

...

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.

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

barren land

send your tumblr

plato

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it