Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

13, H, grate

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

1

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

currently

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

no longer writing in the third person

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Rain, starting

brb i will read and reply sincerely

isaac newton

its good short few pages

like first name