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 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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

lol yea

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the site i am dreaming

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

what do you mean

hello reader,

I Write Goodbye Letter

lol

fw

abrar?

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you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

god being the centre magnet

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good short few pages

not so on: yvf(wthw)

is this you as well

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

was it worth it

Lift Analysis

its performative

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you