"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Can I see
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
kind of mythopoesis
i dont understand magnetisation
Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no longer writing in the third person
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
idk
yeah
its performative
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
your feed looks like my tumblr
so at the end