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

i have read not even 1 book

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

plato

i really havent

was it worth it

send your tumblr

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

what do you think my name is

I Write Goodbye Letter

as in

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.