I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

magnetisation/form

propensity within someone

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

plato

lol yea

as in

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sorry i am texting like a slav

which magnetises chains of pins

and the fake qualifier

yeah

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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 Write Goodbye Letter

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

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all that is to say

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not their contents

i want to do that too

like first name

god being the centre magnet

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.