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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

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. way too specific.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

send link

bro i read nothing in my life

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

i really havent

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

plato

Slug

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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so the method has to be autonomous

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter