not their contents

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

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Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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

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.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

2 (actually index). two is company

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

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

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It Will Get Lighter

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

which magnetises chains of pins

lol yea

you cannot feed someone truth

much more tactility

idk

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

so an active mazelike process

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

so at the end

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

i have read not even 1 book

as in