isaac

Today I felt like starting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

and the fake qualifier

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

It Will Get Lighter

i want to do that too

i have read not even 1 book

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

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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

we can only engage in such a way