It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
was it worth it
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you think my name is
feel you
or never left
we need to be deconstructing our identities
its good short few pages
whats your name?
bro i read nothing in my life
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i really havent
no like which do people call me
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
bro i read nothing in my life
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ahnaf abrar
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class