Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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

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.

no longer writing in the third person


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you have a beautiful account btw

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Picture

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. 

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