hiding from the rain
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i really havent
hello reader,
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
it is hopeful
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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