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.

i want to do that too

i love it here

and the fake qualifier

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

its good

send your tumblr

we can only engage in such a way

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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

send link

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

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.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

is this you as well

I am below everything.