One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

much more tactility

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

is this you as well

its good

whats your name?

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

i dont understand magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

what do you think my name is

i want to do that too

as in

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

all that is to say

autonomy of learning

ahnaf abrar

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

propensity within someone

its good short few pages

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

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I Write Goodbye Letter

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?

It Will Get Lighter

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