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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.
what do you think my name is
and the fake qualifier
have you read
no i haven't really read anything
isaac
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
sorry i am texting like a slav
god being the centre magnet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
the site i am dreaming