to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

this will be about a slug

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

I Write Goodbye Letter


no longer writing in the third person

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac

so the method has to be autonomous

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