i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
so at the end
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no i haven't really read anything
so an active mazelike process
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
magnetisation/form
yeah
division of reality is straying away from it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
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?
i really havent
your feed looks like my tumblr
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
sorry i am texting like a slav
no like which do people call me
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
or never left
so the method has to be autonomous
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls