so at the end
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no like which do people call me
magnetises a pin
not their contents
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
all that is to say
isaac newton
i have read not even 1 book
much more tactility
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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what do you mean
have you read
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
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.
its good
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
the site i am dreaming