magnetisation/form
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
currently
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?
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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
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 short few pages
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
and the fake qualifier
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
abrar?
propensity within someone
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like first name
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i love it here
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.yeah
hello reader,
which magnetises chains of pins
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.
or never left
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bro i read nothing in my life