to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Picture

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Better Lift

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

you cannot feed someone truth

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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Thank you, Jack

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Worse Lift

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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2 (actually index). two is company

hiding from the rain

brb i will read and reply sincerely

really i want the internet