Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

was it worth it

I Write Goodbye Letter

...

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

you cannot feed someone truth

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

god being the centre magnet

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

and the fake qualifier

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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

what do you mean