this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

as in

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

It Will Get Lighter

i understand

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

idk

yeah

autonomy of learning

...

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin 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.

hiding from the rain

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!