stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

kind of mythopoesis

but really the thing should be autonomous

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

hiding from the rain

13, H, grate

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

yeah