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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
really i want the internet
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Can I see
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
but i respect your search
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
it is hopeful
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
Thank you, Jack
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
yes