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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Style

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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like magnets

so at the end

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i love it here

i understand

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i was tempted to lie about my name

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its good

lol

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think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now