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and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
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.
no like which do people call me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
is this you as well
"Put a blanket."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
bro i read nothing in my life
wait what is that
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities