hello reader,

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Rain, starting

bro i read nothing in my life

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

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