currently
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
its good
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
not their contents
magnetisation/form
lol
is this you as well
isaac
send your tumblr
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
as in
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
barren land
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
its performative
propensity within someone
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
yeah
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03