"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Rain, starting

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it is hopeful

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

Style

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Can I see

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

lol

you cannot feed someone truth

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

magnetisation/form

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

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