its good

i love it here

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its performative

magnetisation/form

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

all that is to say

as in

no i haven't really read anything

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

ion

we can only engage in such a way

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

not their contents

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

you cannot feed someone truth

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you think my name is

is this you as well

no like which do people call me