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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Lift Analysis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

and the fake qualifier

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

propensity within someone

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

bro i read nothing in my life