okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
it is hopeful
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
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.
you have a beautiful account btw
yes
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
but really the thing should be autonomous
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse