you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

which magnetises chains of pins

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i love it here

no like which do people call me

magnetises a pin

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

division of reality is straying away from it

no longer writing in the third person

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

all that is to say

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

yeah

its good

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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send link

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2 (actually index). two is company

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.

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

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

in a post. I want to be remembered