Lift Analysis

I Write Goodbye Letter

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2 (actually index). two is company

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

what do you mean

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

so the method has to be autonomous

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its performative

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

have you read

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

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

Today I felt like starting

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which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities