Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
whats your name?
its performative
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
no i haven't really read anything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
is everyoneback on tumblr now
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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?
so at the end
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
you have a beautiful account btw
lol
thank you
isaac
really i want the internet
like first name
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.