isaac

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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bro i read nothing in my life

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

i really havent

wait what is that

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

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

...

Rain, starting

this will be about a slug

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.