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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
hiding from the rain
wait what is that
it is hopeful
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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