stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I am below everything.

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

IWGD

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Can I see

Today I felt like starting

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

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

"Put a blanket."

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone truth

as in

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The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

send your tumblr

whats your name?

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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