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.

...

I Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

magnetisation/form

plato

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

its good

not their contents

abrar?