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this will be about a slug



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

you cannot feed someone truth

so at the end

like first name

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

fw

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

not so on: yvf(wthw)

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

the site i am dreaming

yeah

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

its performative

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

send link

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet



was it worth it

Lift Analysis

hello reader,

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.