Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

all that is to say

no like which do people call me

whats your name?

what do you mean

which magnetises chains of pins

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

have you read

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no i haven't really read anything

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