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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hello reader,
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
i have read not even 1 book
autonomy of learning
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
not their contents
Better Lift
its good