i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

i really havent

December 2025

so at the end

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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

hello reader,

magnetisation/form

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

its performative

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

much more tactility