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.

It Will Get Lighter

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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

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kind of mythopoesis

Better Lift

Picture

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

13, H, grate

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Can I see

really i want the internet

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