not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

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. way too specific.

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.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

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Slug

lol

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

which magnetises chains of pins

Lift Analysis

you have a beautiful account btw

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

is this you as well

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

wait what is that

Pimlico Rats

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

kind of mythopoesis

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yes

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged