this will be about a slug

the site i am dreaming

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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.

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

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Better Lift

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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Slug

wait what is that

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

i really havent

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

Lift Analysis

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

no longer writing in the third person