have you read

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

lol yea

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

division of reality is straying away from it

no like which do people call me

abrar?

all that is to say

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i really havent

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me