there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
your feed looks like my tumblr
Better Lift
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
hiding from the rain
yes
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
autonomy of learning
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.
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch