feel you

yeah

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

...

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.

December 2025

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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Lift Analysis

was it worth it

wait what is that

bro i read nothing in my life

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

i really havent

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

no like which do people call me

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

ion

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

But seriously, thank you, Jack

lol

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

lol yea

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine