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.

so the method has to be autonomous

sorry i am texting like a slav

or never left

propensity within someone

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

magnetisation/form

so an active mazelike process

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

and the fake qualifier

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

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

its performative

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

lol

feel you

yeah

like magnets

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.

It's

dusk

i was tempted to lie about my name

barren land

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

currently

is everyoneback on tumblr now

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time