We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

2 (actually index). two is company

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

was it worth it

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

i really havent

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

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

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