we need to be deconstructing our identities
so at the end
all that is to say
i want to do that too
i love it here
your feed looks like my tumblr
much more tactility
magnetises a pin
i really havent
or never left
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
not so on: yvf(wthw)
plato
...
its performative
like first name
send link
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
isaac newton
send your tumblr
barren land
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ion
i was tempted to lie about my name
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
really i want the internet
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.
the site i am dreaming