stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
really i want the internet
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing
with a fox.
It bites my
wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
Picture
It Will Get Lighter
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
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
