There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

13, H, grate

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

Picture

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It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

you cannot feed someone truth

you have a beautiful account btw

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.