it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

hiding from the rain

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.

lol

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barren land

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Rain, starting

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

i really havent

Worse Lift

Lift Analysis

you cannot feed someone truth

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

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

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

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i have read not even 1 book

you have a beautiful account btw