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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
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.
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currently
really i want the internet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike