Picture

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

13, H, grate

i love it here

so an active mazelike process

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Today I felt like starting

like magnets

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac newton

we need to be deconstructing our identities

send your tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

hiding from the rain