...

this will be about a slug

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Slug

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

December 2025

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

It Will Get Lighter

Lift Analysis


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Can I see

no longer writing in the third person

wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

thank you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

and the fake qualifier

plato