i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

god being the centre magnet

as in

so the method has to be autonomous

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

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

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

much more tactility

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

and the fake qualifier


December 2025

so an active mazelike process

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?

It Will Get Lighter

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

or never left

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.


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


i have read not even 1 book

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

1

. way too specific.