"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
you have a beautiful account btw
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
lol
have you read
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
it is hopeful
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good