lol

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

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. way too specific.

It Will Get Lighter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

IWGD

currently

yes

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

your feed looks like my tumblr

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

lol yea