isaac newton
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i have read not even 1 book
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
whats your name?
i was tempted to lie about my name
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol
like magnets
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
magnetises a pin
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
plato
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
i love it here
hiding from the rain
lol yea
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
kind of mythopoesis
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet