plato

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its good

that looks like my instagram account

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

Slug

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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

sorry i am texting like a slav

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

your feed looks like my tumblr

no i haven't really read anything

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

or never left

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

hiding from the rain

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

lol yea

was it worth it

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

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

abrar?

send your tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

barren land

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

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.

13, H, grate