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racing

other things said race the sunset and always lose i stop to look Yesterday :: Saturday, 15th August 2026

spring

what if i died in spring? i'd hope there was something like that about it, something i could find funny, at least, hopefully, i'd jump out of the earth tell you something about papaver again the same lines rolling more rural roads other things said and then Yesterday :: Friday, 14th August 2026 :: Tomorrow

offset

other things said my collecting of insidious offsets Yesterday :: Thursday, 13th August 2026 :: Tomorrow

s42

other things said cowling Yesterday :: Wednesday, 12th of August 2026 :: Tomorrow

south down

other things said i don't know it's british countryside what did you expect Yesterday :: Tuesday, 11th August 2026 :: Tomorrow

late train back

other things said licorice Yesterday :: Monday, 10th August 2026 :: Tomorrow

took my friend to the water

other things said no i was not blocked i was cycling south and then A little while earlier :: Sunday, 9th August 2026 :: Tomorrow

lucky escape

right between my eyes inches away all ball bearings and what they escaped now in two pieces itself at great velocity decade old metal under pressure finally, something gave other things said the pain in the forehead of bicycle maintenance Yesterday :: Wednesday, 29th July 2026 :: A little while later

flourish

why try to die some the wiser, well, it would be a nice surprise as if i even could - i'm always doing something wrong or i'm afraid of doing something wrong i have no flourish for you - it's exhausting other things said partly willing Yesterday :: Tuesday, 28th July 2026 :: Tomorrow

snap

after an unspecified time skip a hot snap the meadow now between ochre and wheat all washed out thirsty with the tide nowhere to be seen a canvas at least for painted lady, monarch, this cowslip camouflage after an unspecified time skip step over my brook diminished now, here, even the nettles droop and round creeping thistle heads exploded now bald bone white with all they have left time skip,…