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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
hiding from the rain
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i see a website
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thank you, Jack
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24