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.
magnetisation/form
god being the centre magnet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
wait what is that
...
i love it here
plato
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
all that is to say
and the fake qualifier
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
was it worth it
which magnetises chains of pins
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox....
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
hiding from the rain
i really havent