After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

i dont understand magnetisation

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

But seriously, thank you, Jack

not so on: yvf(wthw)

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

sorry i am texting like a slav

Can I see

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

it is hopeful

lol

plato

Style

no longer writing in the third person

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter