My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

13, H, grate

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.

Lift Analysis

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

not their contents

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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"Put a blanket."

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

"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.

so the method has to be autonomous

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

division of reality is straying away from it

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

its performative

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