Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

I Write Goodbye Letter

i really havent

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book

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

lol yea

no like which do people call me

god being the centre magnet

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

abrar?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

its good

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

so the method has to be autonomous

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

isaac

sorry i am texting like a slav

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?


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.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

which magnetises chains of pins

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

barren land