yeah

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.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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Worse Lift

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thank you, Jack

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i see a website

no i haven't really read anything

13, H, grate

or never left

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

wait what is that

It Will Get Lighter

was it worth it

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.