you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.wait what is that
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.
and the fake qualifier
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
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
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
i want to do that too
the site i am dreaming
lol
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class