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

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

13, H, grate

Worse Lift

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that looks like my instagram account

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

currently

you cannot feed someone truth

this will be about a slug

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack