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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
barren land
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
have you read
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
isaac newton
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
wait what is that
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Lift Analysis
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
currently
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?
all that is to say
we can only engage in such a way
and the fake qualifier
lol
"Put a blanket."
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.