you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

no longer writing in the third person

IWGD

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Thank you, Jack

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

hiding from the rain

Lift Analysis

it is hopeful

really i want the internet

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