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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Better Lift

no longer writing in the third person

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

Style

Rain, starting

ahnaf abrar

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

lol yea

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

barren land

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.

yeah

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

much more tactility

i have read not even 1 book