After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
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
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
feel you
its good
its good
its good short few pages