you know who you are. no more time, not like 1. way too specific.

the site i am dreaming

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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.

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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and the fake qualifier

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate


bro i read nothing in my life

ion

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then


like magnets

i understand

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

autonomy of learning

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

isaac

i was tempted to lie about my name

no longer writing in the third person


so the method has to be autonomous