currently

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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 dont understand magnetisation

1

much more tactility

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

lol


so at the end

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hiding from the rain

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

feel you

no longer writing in the third person

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

so an active mazelike process

what do you think my name is

as in

like magnets

or never left

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you cannot feed someone truth

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good short few pages