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.

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

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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

Thank you, Jack

"Put a blanket."

plato

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you cannot feed someone truth

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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.

thank you

is this you as well

Picture

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

magnetises a pin

bro i read nothing in my life

so the method has to be autonomous

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