wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
i understand
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hiding from the rain
Thank you, Jack
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
what do you mean
Lift Analysis
thank you
like magnets
isaac
its good
magnetises a pin
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
have you read
no i haven't really read anything
god being the centre magnet
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.