We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

this will be about a slug

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Slug

Today I felt like starting

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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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. 


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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
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

and the fake qualifier

all that is to say

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