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

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

plato

i understand

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

currently

magnetises a pin

god being the centre magnet

IWGD

sorry i am texting like a slav

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

Rain, starting

its performative

i dont understand magnetisation

or never left