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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

bro i read nothing in my life

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

god being the centre magnet

this will be about a slug

your feed looks like my tumblr

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

abrar?

send link

send your tumblr

wait what is that

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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idk

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

that looks like my instagram account

i want to do that too

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

lol

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

yeah

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i was tempted to lie about my name

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