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.
what do you think my name is
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
or never left
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
propensity within someone
you cannot feed someone truth
lol
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
division of reality is straying away from it
all that is to say
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
send your tumblr
like magnets
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
what do you mean
Thank you, Jack
wait what is that
plato
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ion
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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.
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything