"Put a blanket."

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

13, H, grate

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

abrar?

your feed looks like my tumblr

Style

its performative

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

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which magnetises chains of pins

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

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

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

i dont understand magnetisation

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Worse Lift

its good

no like which do people call me