im so untimely im timely

im so addicted to pdfs

insomnia fucking sucks :)

sent a poem to a pretty girl and she called me a radioactive walking cognitohazard

ki|l

inm schziocphrnicec

the most common type of control systems within the human body is negative feedback. in a negative feedback loop, high amounts of the secreted substance inhibit it's own production. another example is when you're so horny you jerk off six times in 24hrs and then your dick hurts

today, the human species is producing even more data

databases on the moon so large they can only be cooled passively by the vacuum of space.

just stared at the color purple for way too long

buzzing bee disorder

flashing my eyes with a photoentrainment device to synchronize my circadian rhythm to a different time-zone while still in the airplane

what's good for the posture is good for the pose

sometimes i wake up from a nap, familiar with my immediate surroundings but overcome with the vertiginous conviction that i don't know where i am. for several surreal seconds, the cognitive dissonance experienced is absolute and then the day(s) continue...

like quasi-hypnotic rockets i walk in at least thrice

well-suited

drvnkpvppy

franco "bifo" beradi's newest english publication is wonderful, by the way. i can highly recommend :)

tongues should be able to regrow themselves, and this isn't even a controversial opinion.

was writ

there are so many girls

im a little animal

manic pixie robot dream girl who synthesizes all my thoughts about the cybernetic apocalypse for me and understands my fears intimately.

my little nook :)

i gave myself another haircut :)

do we like poems here

The Three Ecologies - Félix Guattari

me and ur girl are slashing your car's tires together outside the apple store while you're inside buying a new cell phone

t-tummy?

i'm hearing from trusted sources that one brings shadow, one brings light

having POTs is cool because sometimes you'll stand up and walk into the bathroom and then fuckng faint and sprain your ankle and it sucks and what was i talking about again??

a faggot is no longer JUST a bundle of sticks. welcome to modernity, buddy. grow up.

Drinketh the supple sap, so viscous, from my chalice, invested? Ingest its materials; a kaleidoscopic like multicolored dye-stained viscera for constancy in the place of such components as one's working liver? Would you call its effectual happenstance afterwards something quaint, like "dinner?"

verbose? more like id rather we bone ahaa *stands up and faints, smacking my head on a bedside table on my way down" fuck

my favorite color is the color of her cum and hell isn't real

the internet is fake actually there's nothing over here either guys

goodnight bluesky

nowhere

wow i actually look like this