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

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Today I felt like starting

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

much more tactility

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

you cannot feed someone truth

yes

hiding from the rain

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

its performative

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no longer writing in the third person

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

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

so an active mazelike process

Picture

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but really the thing should be autonomous

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books