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

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

all that is to say

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

no i haven't really read anything

i love it here

that looks like my instagram account

or never left

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.

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

its good

which magnetises chains of pins

idk

...

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

like magnets

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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