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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
bro i read nothing in my life
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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
have you read
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
bro i read nothing in my life
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
thank you