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

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

"Put a blanket."

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

I am below everything.

the site i am dreaming

yeah

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

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.

send your tumblr

i really havent

so an active mazelike process

its performative

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Lift Analysis

is this you as well

like first name

lol yea

idk

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

hello reader,

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful