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.
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
is this you as well
lol yea
feel you
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
its good short few pages
god being the centre magnet
abrar?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
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
not their contents
much more tactility
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
its good
like first name
we can only engage in such a way
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
no like which do people call me
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i was tempted to lie about my name
yeah
"Put a blanket."