Rain, starting

yeah

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

plato

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

what do you mean

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

which magnetises chains of pins

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

bro i read nothing in my life

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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.


autonomy of learning

whats your name?

like first name

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything