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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
i was tempted to lie about my name
have you read
isaac newton
ion
no i haven't really read anything
its good
isaac
thank you
magnetises a pin
sorry i am texting like a slav
whats your name?
i understand
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Today I felt like starting
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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