Today I felt like starting

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.

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

what do you mean

whats your name?

send link

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.

all that is to say

barren land

Style

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

it is hopeful

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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