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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

It Will Get Lighter

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

not so on: yvf(wthw)

yeah

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

plato

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 people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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I Write Goodbye Letter

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

wait what is that

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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