Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

what do you mean


nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

this will be about a slug

It Will Get Lighter

December 2025

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It Will Get Lighter

it is hopeful

no longer writing in the third person

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

Today I felt like starting

wait what is that

Slug


bro i read nothing in my life

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak


i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

isaac newton

magnetises a pin

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