that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Today I felt like starting
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
so an active mazelike process
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
currently
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
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
propensity within someone
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
not their contents
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of 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.
kind of mythopoesis
but really the thing should be autonomous
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.