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.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

IWGD

but i respect your search

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i want to do that too

send your tumblr

magnetises a pin

isaac

all that is to say

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt