I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

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.

but i respect your search

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

yes

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

brb i will read and reply sincerely

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

13, H, grate

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.

as in

in a post. I want to be remembered

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