i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
hiding from the rain
the site i am dreaming
not their contents
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
was it worth it
send link
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
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we want to live the knowledge too live the content
we can only engage in such a way
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
or never left
i understand
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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its good
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no like which do people call me
and the fake qualifier
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
but i respect your search