currently

I am below everything.

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

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.

wait what is that

barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

its good

...

and the fake qualifier

send link

its good

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

hello reader,

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

2 (actually index). two is company

plato