...

in a post. I want to be remembered

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

its good

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Can I see

i have read not even 1 book

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

idk