"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
was it worth it
feel you
your feed looks like my tumblr
so at the end
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
all that is to say
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
that looks like my instagram account
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
...
i want to do that too
the site i am dreaming
like first name
so the method has to be autonomous
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.