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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I am below everything.

Rain, starting

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Can I see

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It Will Get Lighter

Thank you, Jack

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.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

thank you

sorry i am texting like a slav

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

13, H, grate

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine