its good

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

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.

Today I felt like starting

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting