the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
the site i am dreaming

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and the fake qualifier


wait what is that

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send link

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

It Will Get Lighter

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I am below everything.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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