lol yea
is this you as well
i was tempted to lie about my name
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
feel you
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
December 2025
much more tactility
like first name
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
as in
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
sorry i am texting like a slav
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?
idk