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

its good

so at the end

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

wait what is that

Can I see

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

its good

Today I felt like starting

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

sorry i am texting like a slav

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

division of reality is straying away from it

i have read not even 1 book

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.

i really havent

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

abrar?

i love it here

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