It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

in a post. I want to be remembered

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

It Will Get Lighter

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plato

its good

i love it here

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

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

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.

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I am below everything.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

its good short few pages

was it worth it

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