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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.

...

hiding from the rain

Lift Analysis

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

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

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

Slug