okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like first name
i was tempted to lie about my name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
December 2025
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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 know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i love it here
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
what do you think my name is
not their contents
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i understand
thank you
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
your feed looks like my tumblr
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt