plato

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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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.

13, H, grate

no longer writing in the third person

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i see a website

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

you have a beautiful account btw

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

not their contents

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.

is this you as well