I am below everything.

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

bro i read nothing in my life

no like which do people call me

was it worth it

its good

the site i am dreaming

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

idk

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

like magnets

abrar?

i love it here

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i was tempted to lie about my name

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

fw

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

hiding from the rain

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

it is hopeful

we can only engage in such a way

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

lol

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

December 2025

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate