I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

currently

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

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.

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

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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

thank you

i really havent

...

"Put a blanket."

ion

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

no i haven't really read anything

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

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