the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

this will be about a slug

all that is to say

whats your name?

what do you think my name is

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

sorry i am texting like a slav

hiding from the rain

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

fw

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

like first name

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.


"Put a blanket."
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

Worse Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Rain, starting

I am below everything.

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying


bro i read nothing in my life

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

much more tactility