Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

in a post. I want to be remembered

hiding from the rain

you cannot feed someone truth

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

and the fake qualifier

abrar?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i dont understand magnetisation

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

all that is to say

have you read

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we can only engage in such a way

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

division of reality is straying away from it

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

its performative

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 guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

Better Lift

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i love it here

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.