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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

we need to be deconstructing our identities

was it worth it

i want to do that too

and the fake qualifier

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.

Rain, starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

whats your name?

send your tumblr

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

feel you

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

lol

or never left

fw

lol yea

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

thank you

have you read

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

like magnets

and the fake qualifier