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.
no longer writing in the third person
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Can I see
what do you think my name is
ahnaf abrar
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i want to do that too
...
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
god being the centre magnet
send your tumblr
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting