"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

kind of mythopoesis

but really the thing should be autonomous

isaac

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 textwall is as much for me as it is for you

its performative