this will be about a slug

hiding from the rain

currently

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

I am below everything.


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

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.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i dont understand magnetisation

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i was tempted to lie about my name

13, H, grate

as in

It Will Get Lighter

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

December 2025

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

much more tactility

have you read

It Will Get Lighter

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

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

yeah