i want to do that too

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.

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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.

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

yeah

It Will Get Lighter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

was it worth it

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its performative

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.

magnetisation/form

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

so an active mazelike process

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.

as in