Today I felt like starting
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in
not so on: yvf(wthw)
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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no longer writing in the third person
Better Lift
hiding from the rain
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos