sorry i am texting like a slav

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Can I see

whats your name?

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

send your tumblr

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i dont understand magnetisation

abrar?

no i haven't really read anything

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

i really havent