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.
no like which do people call me
i have read not even 1 book
not their contents
as in
its performative
magnetisation/form
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
propensity within someone
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
we need to be deconstructing our identities