I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
that looks like my instagram account
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
ahnaf abrar
your feed looks like my tumblr
...
barren land
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
thank you
god being the centre magnet
which magnetises chains of pins
lol
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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
we need to be deconstructing our identities
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
what do you think my name is
currently
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no like which do people call me
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?
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
i love it here