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Today I felt like starting

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

i dont understand magnetisation

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetisation/form

isaac newton

isaac

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so the method has to be autonomous

which magnetises chains of pins

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

thank you

lol

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

propensity within someone

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