It Will Get Lighter

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It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

I am below everything.

13, H, grate

not their contents

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis

"Put a blanket."

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

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wait what is that

I Write Goodbye Letter

so the method has to be autonomous

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

magnetisation/form

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.