"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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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.
December 2025
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hello reader,
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.
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i really havent
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not their contents
i love it here
what do you think my name is
bro i read nothing in my life
no like which do people call me
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
propensity within someone