like first name

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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 really the thing should be autonomous

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

yes

kind of mythopoesis

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Rain, starting

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

in a post. I want to be remembered

thank you

magnetises a pin

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason