They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.you have a beautiful account btw
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
god being the centre magnet
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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.
its good
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
division of reality is straying away from it
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no i haven't really read anything
isaac