nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

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Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

It Will Get Lighter

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

and the fake qualifier

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

feel you

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Worse Lift

so the method has to be autonomous