you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

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.

It Will Get Lighter

this will be about a slug

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

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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

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2 (actually index). two is company

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

plato

Better Lift

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.