in a post. I want to be remembered
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
its good
was it worth it
i really havent
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
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.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
send link
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
sorry i am texting like a slav