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

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

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December 2025

and the fake qualifier

Lift Analysis

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i really havent

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Slug

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

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.