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

its performative

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

it is hopeful

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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.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

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