wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

"Put a blanket."

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

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She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

no i haven't really read anything

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what do you mean

is this you as well

ion

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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

its good

i want to do that too

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate

I Write Goodbye Letter

plato

Worse Lift

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

Slug