plato

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

kind of mythopoesis

Can I see

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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yes

It Will Get Lighter

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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.

you have a beautiful account btw

Picture

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.