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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

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.

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.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.


Worse Lift

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Better Lift

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I am below everything.

but really the thing should be autonomous

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

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

its performative

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

propensity within someone