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.
it is hopeful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
isaac
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
send your tumblr
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
currently
i dont understand magnetisation
Lift Analysis
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
ion
its good
bro i read nothing in my life
its good short few pages
whats your name?
lol yea
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i really havent
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue