i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Slug

and the fake qualifier

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

It Will Get Lighter

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hiding from the rain

wait what is that

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

propensity within someone