you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

your feed looks like my tumblr

the site i am dreaming

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

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wait what is that

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

its performative

yeah

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

i really havent

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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so the method has to be autonomous

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

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i want to do that too