i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

2 (actually index). two is company

and the fake qualifier

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i really havent

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

wait what is that

this will be about a slug

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

no longer writing in the third person 

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

I Write Goodbye Letter

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i dont understand magnetisation