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magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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.

hello reader,

i understand

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

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

god being the centre magnet

we need to be deconstructing our identities

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

send link

sorry i am texting like a slav

the site i am dreaming

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

much more tactility


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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.

December 2025

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

magnetisation/form

Rain, starting