to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
that looks like my instagram account
Thank you, Jack
send link
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.hello reader,
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
yeah
isaac newton
feel you
god being the centre magnet
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
autonomy of learning
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet