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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

December 2025

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Slug

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

this will be about a slug

and the fake qualifier

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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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

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

Worse Lift