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i understand
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good
god being the centre magnet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
no like which do people call me
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.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
isaac
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.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf abrar
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
what do you mean
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
magnetisation/form