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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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no longer writing in the third person
so at the end
i dont understand magnetisation
lol
Today I felt like starting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
ion
bro i read nothing in my life
all that is to say
its performative
plato