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Better Lift

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

It Will Get Lighter

...

this will be about a slug

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

and the fake qualifier

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.