somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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Lift Analysis

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.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

propensity within someone

i really havent

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

it is hopeful

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

like magnets

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

isaac newton

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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

Rain, starting

It Will Get Lighter