yes
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
hiding from the rain
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Can I see
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
autonomy of learning
what do you mean
and the fake qualifier
idk
like first name
we can only engage in such a way
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
abrar?
in a post. I want to be remembered
you cannot feed someone truth