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.
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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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Thank you, Jack
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And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
you cannot feed someone truth
much more tactility
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
so the method has to be autonomous
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it