Better Lift

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

Today I felt like starting

what do you mean

its good

god being the centre magnet

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

isaac newton

i understand

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.

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.

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.

abrar?

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

whats your name?

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

yeah

like first name

not their contents

have you read

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

so the method has to be autonomous

plato

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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