There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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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
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but really the thing should be autonomous
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
hiding from the rain
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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
bro i read nothing in my life
much more tactility
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate