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

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

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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.

lol

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

I am below everything.

hiding from the rain

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

fw

its good

It Will Get Lighter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

currently

idk

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Style

its good

division of reality is straying away from it

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.