hello reader,

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.

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part of an old note. It will get lighter.

the site i am dreaming

this will be about a slug

2 (actually index). two is company

Rain, starting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

1

. way too specific.

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

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

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

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