nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Lift Analysis

and the fake qualifier

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you cannot feed someone truth

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

so at the end

so an active mazelike process

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

sorry i am texting like a slav

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

not their contents

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

autonomy of learning

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

which magnetises chains of pins

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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

i really havent

i really havent

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

send your tumblr

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos