a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

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.

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.

really i want the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


you have a beautiful account btw

its good

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its performative

bro i read nothing in my life

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

Rain, starting

its good

magnetisation/form

sorry i am texting like a slav

isaac

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

IWGD