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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
propensity within someone
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
idk
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i love it here
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
no like which do people call me
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.so the method has to be autonomous
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
yeah