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

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

and the fake qualifier

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.

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

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Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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the site i am dreaming

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

barren land

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

its performative

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.

division of reality is straying away from it

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

so at the end

or never left

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.

i really havent

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