you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
and the fake qualifier
send your tumblr
your feed looks like my tumblr
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
we can only engage in such a way
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
barren land
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
i really havent
lol
I am below everything.
lol yea
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.
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