magnetises a pin

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.

i see a website

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

autonomy of learning

but i respect your search

so the method has to be autonomous

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its performative

brb i will read and reply sincerely

kind of mythopoesis

13, H, grate