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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thank you, Jack
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
hiding from the rain
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.