Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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

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.

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

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

wait what is that

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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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.

in a post. I want to be remembered