Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
in a post. I want to be remembered
"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Better Lift
and the fake qualifier
is everyoneback on tumblr now
yeah
ion
isaac newton
no longer writing in the third person
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
thank you
isaac
like magnets
barren land
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
the site i am dreaming
its good
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.
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