you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
your feed looks like my tumblr
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
i have read not even 1 book
i know a
little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way
i cant articulate
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
this will be about a slug
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
bro i read nothing in my life
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But
like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it
recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare
seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
