It Will Get Lighter

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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?

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

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Worse Lift

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

in a post. I want to be remembered

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all that is to say

autonomy of learning

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so at the end

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

13, H, grate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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