no longer writing in the third person

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.

Worse Lift

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

1

is this you as well

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

currently

yeah

thank you

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

ion

isaac

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

plato

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

magnetises a pin