I Write Goodbye Letter

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Rain, starting

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you think my name is

what do you mean

you have a beautiful account btw

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

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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

its good

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

no like which do people call me

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

i see a website

kind of mythopoesis

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Lift Analysis

i was tempted to lie about my name