the point of this was to try and avoid
this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling
that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a
new process has overcome me and I
have cummed out an empty webpage.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too
specific.
Lift Analysis
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the
morning, when I'm not quite right.
2 (actually index). two is company
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
part of an old note. It will get lighter.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
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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.
