we need to be deconstructing our identities

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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in a post. I want to be remembered

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only." 
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

wait what is that

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

Lift Analysis

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

...

...

this will be about a slug

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

1

. way too specific.

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

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i really havent

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books