Rain, starting

I am below everything.

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

in a post. I want to be remembered


with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

December 2025

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the site i am dreaming


Slug

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

It Will Get Lighter

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

It Will Get Lighter

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

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.

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