I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

not their contents

so the method has to be autonomous

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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and the fake qualifier

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

propensity within someone

Slug

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

or never left

the site i am dreaming

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.