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.

hiding from the rain

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

yeah

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

idk

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i want to do that too

lol

what do you think my name is

lol yea

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

December 2025

its good

your feed looks like my tumblr

feel you

ion

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barren land

i really havent

i dont understand magnetisation

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

fw

wait what is that

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plato