and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


I Write Goodbye Letter

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.


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.

the site i am dreaming

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

currently

It Will Get Lighter

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

Better Lift

Style

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

wait what is that

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Rain, starting