The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hello reader,
I Write Goodbye Letter
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
hello reader,
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.