They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

sorry i am texting like a slav

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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.

2 (actually index). two is company

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

autonomy of learning

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

yeah

and the fake qualifier

I Write Goodbye Letter

in a post. I want to be remembered

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

I am below everything.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

isaac

It Will Get Lighter

whats your name?

It Will Get Lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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