Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
division of reality is straying away from it
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
not their contents
its performative
so the method has to be autonomous
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
not so on: yvf(wthw)
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
as in
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
yes