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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

all that is to say

we need to be deconstructing our identities

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac newton

much more tactility

as in

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its good

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

so at the end

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

propensity within someone

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone truth

plato

is this you as well