It's
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
hiding from the rain
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i really havent
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
or never left
fw
division of reality is straying away from it
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
its performative
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
thank you
its good short few pages
lol
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it