bro i read nothing in my life
"Put a blanket."
in a post. I want to be remembered
or never left
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
your feed looks like my tumblr
i want to do that too
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.
the site i am dreaming
isaac newton
like first name
i really havent
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
barren land
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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