I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
no longer writing in the third person
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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