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.

Slug

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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

send link

and the fake qualifier

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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wait what is that

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

this will be about a slug

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

magnetises a pin

Thank you, Jack

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

no i haven't really read anything

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation