The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
December 2025
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
no longer writing in the third person
i dont understand magnetisation
and the fake qualifier