so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

"Put a blanket."

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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

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?

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

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

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

we can only engage in such a way

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

but i respect your search

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

so at the end

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

not their contents

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i was tempted to lie about my name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

what do you mean

isaac

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

lol yea