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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

feel you

was it worth it

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.

no like which do people call me

yeah

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

send your tumblr

its performative

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you think my name is

your feed looks like my tumblr

i was tempted to lie about my name

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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

division of reality is straying away from it

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

"Put a blanket."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

propensity within someone

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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?

It Will Get Lighter

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.