is everyoneback on tumblr now

wait what is that

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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

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the site i am dreaming

i understand

hello reader,

...

i really havent

we can only engage in such a way

you cannot feed someone truth

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

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.

Thank you, Jack

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

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. way too specific.

like magnets

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

barren land