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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
this will be about a slug

i really havent


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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

...

It Will Get Lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

lol yea

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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Today I felt like starting

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

in a post. I want to be remembered

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

not their contents