It Will Get Lighter
in a post. I want to be remembered
Today I felt like starting
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
One of the birds shoots out
of the tree.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a
breakdown of common interpretations:
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
2 (actually index). two is company
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise
this is going to be awful.
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
13, H, grate
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i
didn’t watch it then
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.
