that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

hello reader,

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

It's

dusk

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

i really havent

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

IWGD

i have read not even 1 book

plato

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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.

whats your name?

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then