its performative
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.
what do you think my name is
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
the site i am dreaming
its good
not their contents
propensity within someone
as in
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
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its good short few pages
like magnets
you cannot feed someone truth
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
so the method has to be autonomous
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Put a blanket."
i dont understand magnetisation
we can only engage in such a way