as in

lol

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

lol yea

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

is everyoneback on tumblr now

division of reality is straying away from it

your feed looks like my tumblr

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say

send your tumblr

so at the end

i really havent

i have read not even 1 book

send link

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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 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

wait what is that

was it worth it

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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?

bro i read nothing in my life

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Today I felt like starting

Rain, starting

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.

13, H, grate

Picture

and the fake qualifier