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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i really havent
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.
idk
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
and the fake qualifier
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
yeah
bro i read nothing in my life
its performative
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i love it here
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i want to do that too
its good