the site i am dreaming
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Can I see
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.
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
thank you
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
Better Lift
yeah
lol yea
barren land
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
that looks like my instagram account
i dont understand magnetisation