Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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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.

Picture

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

hiding from the rain

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

i really havent

Slug

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging