Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
But seriously, thank you, Jack
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I am below everything.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
so at the end
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.
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.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
in a post. I want to be remembered
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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so an active mazelike process
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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