I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
that looks like my instagram account
idk
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
is everyoneback on tumblr now
have you read
and the fake qualifier
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
division of reality is straying away from it
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
plato
what do you think my name is
lol
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
no like which do people call me
its good
its good
is this you as well
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
as in
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.