wait what is that
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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.
much more tactility
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
or never left
is this you as well
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
you have a beautiful account btw
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people