there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

2 (actually index). two is company

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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no longer writing in the third person

hello reader,

Worse Lift

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

Thank you, Jack

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?

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.