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

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.

and the fake qualifier

wait what is that

...

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Thank you, Jack

as in

we can only engage in such a way

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

not their contents

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

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this will be about a slug

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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.

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

that looks like my instagram account

bro i read nothing in my life

send your tumblr

Thank you, Jack

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