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

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

it is hopeful

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

was it worth it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

magnetises a pin

plato

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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