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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

yeah

magnetisation/form

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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autonomy of learning

ion

like magnets

its good

no i haven't really read anything

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

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Worse Lift

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience. 

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i was tempted to lie about my name

plato

you cannot feed someone truth

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

all that is to say