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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
hiding from the rain
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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
what do you think my name is
no i haven't really read anything
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me
like magnets
feel you
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
and the fake qualifier
whats your name?