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.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
what do you think my name is
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have you read
what do you mean
i want to do that too
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i was tempted to lie about my name
all that is to say
yeah
magnetisation/form
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
sorry i am texting like a slav