i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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

magnetises a pin

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

thank you

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

no like which do people call me

idk

Slug

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i understand

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

It Will Get Lighter

so an active mazelike process

and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

propensity within someone

send link

its performative

hello reader,

plato

...

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

kind of mythopoesis

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.