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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

its good

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

like first name

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

no longer writing in the third person

all that is to say

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

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

we can only engage in such a way

not their contents

is this you as well

as in

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

i love it here

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.