They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

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 bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

what do you think my name is

no like which do people call me

is everyoneback on tumblr now

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

Can I see

magnetises a pin

abrar?

god being the centre magnet

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

division of reality is straying away from it

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

i love it here

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

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