I Write Goodbye Letter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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2 (actually index). two is company

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.

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




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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

It Will Get Lighter

IWGD

hello reader,

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

you cannot feed someone truth

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

it is hopeful


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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

hiding from the rain