The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
plato
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so at the end
i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
we need to be deconstructing our identities
whats your name?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.its performative
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
idk
ahnaf abrar
fw
as in
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
is this you as well
not their contents