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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no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Picture

Better Lift

i dont understand magnetisation

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

plato

whats your name?

division of reality is straying away from it

like magnets

isaac

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

no like which do people call me

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time