The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
really i want the internet
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
you have a beautiful account btw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
no longer writing in the third person
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
but really the thing should be autonomous
what do you mean
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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