Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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not so on: yvf(wthw)

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

2 (actually index). two is company

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yes

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

no longer writing in the third person

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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.

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

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. way too specific.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

IWGD

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

all that is to say