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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so the method has to be autonomous