its good
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.
no longer writing in the third person
the site i am dreaming
fw
god being the centre magnet
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
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
was it worth it
no i haven't really read anything
is this you as well
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it