Today I felt like starting

or never left

I am below everything.

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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It Will Get Lighter

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i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

but really the thing should be autonomous

division of reality is straying away from it

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

not their contents

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

propensity within someone

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i see a website

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting