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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

autonomy of learning

like first name

no longer writing in the third person

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

your feed looks like my tumblr

fw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i dont understand magnetisation

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

send your tumblr

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

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt