The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.