After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
i love it here
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.
and the fake qualifier
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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
not so on: yvf(wthw)
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
was it worth it