this will be about a slug

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the site i am dreaming

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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.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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.

December 2025

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

lol

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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its good short few pages

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

like first name

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

its performative

not their contents

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything