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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

...

December 2025

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i really havent


was it worth it

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

you cannot feed someone truth

lol yea

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

send your tumblr

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

its performative