and the fake qualifier

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

abrar?

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

in a post. I want to be remembered

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

I am below everything.

magnetisation/form

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hiding from the rain

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"Put a blanket."

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books