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.

i want to do that too

Worse Lift

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

yes

in a post. I want to be remembered

currently

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i was tempted to lie about my name

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Style

i really havent

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

Rain, starting

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

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

like first name

I Write Goodbye Letter

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

2 (actually index). two is company

autonomy of learning

Today I felt like starting