Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
kind of mythopoesis
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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
its good
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
hiding from the rain
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
barren land
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.
i understand
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
i see a website
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time