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

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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.

Style

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this will be about a slug

i really havent

"Put a blanket."

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

was it worth it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Slug

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying