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.
idk
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Can I see
yes
bro i read nothing in my life
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i really havent
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
send link
Today I felt like starting
magnetises a pin
your feed looks like my tumblr
ahnaf abrar
i really havent
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol
kind of mythopoesis
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.