The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

ion

division of reality is straying away from it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

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

idk

propensity within someone

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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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.

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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Can I see

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.

so at the end

it is hopeful

magnetisation/form

or never left

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Picture

yes

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.