you cannot feed someone truth

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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 Write Goodbye Letter

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

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

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

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Today I felt like starting

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me