Worse Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

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

so an active mazelike process

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

i love it here

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

and the fake qualifier

as in

i want to do that too

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

was it worth it

yeah

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

the site i am dreaming