not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

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

kind of mythopoesis

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Rain, starting

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

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it is hopeful

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

its good

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

Can I see

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

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. way too specific.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

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