but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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

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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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Lift Analysis

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

bro i read nothing in my life

like magnets