The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so at the end
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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Today I felt like starting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
magnetisation/form
hiding from the rain
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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