Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i really havent
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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.
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sorry i am texting like a slav
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no i haven't really read anything
no longer writing in the third person
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
was it worth it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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