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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

...

i really havent

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

Lift Analysis

I am below everything.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

plato

kind of mythopoesis

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Put a blanket."

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

i see a website