this will be about a slug

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

Rain, starting

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

I am below everything.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Lift Analysis

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models 

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

kind of mythopoesis

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

it is hopeful

i see a website

but i respect your search

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me