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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting


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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

not so on: yvf(wthw)

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.