a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
Today I felt like starting
Can I see
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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
as in
its performative
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
magnetisation/form
but really the thing should be autonomous
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."