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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
autonomy of learning
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.
hello reader,
plato
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
lol yea
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
isaac newton
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
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have you read
its good
or never left