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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

the site i am dreaming

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

and the fake qualifier

...

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Slug

god being the centre magnet

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

its good short few pages

magnetises a pin

Today I felt like starting

isaac newton

what do you mean

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

like magnets

Better Lift

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Style

no i haven't really read anything

this will be about a slug

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