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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
i really havent
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Better Lift
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
December 2025