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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.
its good short few pages
and the fake qualifier
god being the centre magnet
isaac
idk
barren land
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
was it worth it
lol yea
what do you think my name is
what do you mean
Thank you, Jack
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
magnetises a pin
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.