so at the end

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

...

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.

and the fake qualifier

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Slug

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we can only engage in such a way

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

all that is to say

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

hello reader,

abrar?

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you