After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
no longer writing in the third person
no like which do people call me
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
as in
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
so an active mazelike process
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
hello reader,
you have a beautiful account btw
wait what is that
propensity within someone
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
send your tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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