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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.

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.

Rain, starting

no i haven't really read anything

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

was it worth it

bro i read nothing in my life


magnetises a pin

kind of mythopoesis

IWGD

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

currently

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

like magnets

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

December 2025

hiding from the rain