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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

hiding from the rain

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

no longer writing in the third person

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Rain, starting

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

really i want the internet

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

13, H, grate

yes

"Put a blanket."

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

i understand