I am below everything.

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I Write Goodbye Letter

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

hello reader,

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.

all that is to say

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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

thank you

no i haven't really read anything

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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