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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
and the fake qualifier
its performative
what do you mean
sorry i am texting like a slav
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
i have read not even 1 book
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"Put a blanket."