I am below everything.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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all that is to say
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
yes
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
bro i read nothing in my life