After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Better Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

what do you think my name is

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

all that is to say