Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
was it worth it
i really havent
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