I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

so at the end

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its good

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

sorry i am texting like a slav

that looks like my instagram account

not their contents

ion

no i haven't really read anything

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

i dont understand magnetisation

its good short few pages

what do you think my name is

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

as in

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent