bro i read nothing in my life
wait what is that
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
the site i am dreaming
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yeah
December 2025
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I am below everything.
like magnets
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Thank you, Jack
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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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.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.