you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i really havent
Thank you, Jack
bro i read nothing in my life
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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isaac
Can I see
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
isaac newton
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.
is this you as well
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Better Lift
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.