Better Lift

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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It Will Get Lighter

fw

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

lol yea

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

no longer writing in the third person

kind of mythopoesis

yeah

all that is to say

barren land

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

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

abrar?

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you have a beautiful account btw

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i love it here

propensity within someone

ahnaf abrar

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged