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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
you cannot feed someone truth
so at the end
like first name
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.
fw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
we can only engage in such a way
all that is to say
not so on: yvf(wthw)
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
yeah
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its performative
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send link
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
was it worth it
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hello reader,
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.