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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
was it worth it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
not their contents
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
i have read not even 1 book
Lift Analysis
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
Can I see
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
it is hopeful
but i respect your search
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.