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

you have a beautiful account btw

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

"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

Picture

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

It Will Get Lighter

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.