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

Worse Lift

propensity within someone

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Slug


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

1

. way too specific.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

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.

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

so the method has to be autonomous

...

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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

hello reader,

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ion


in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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

plato

yeah

But seriously, thank you, Jack

i dont understand magnetisation

is this you as well

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

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?