which magnetises chains of pins
sorry i am texting like a slav
your feed looks like my tumblr
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
send your tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
much more tactility
we can only engage in such a way
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so at the end
i was tempted to lie about my name
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
its good short few pages
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.