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.
Today I felt like starting
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Thank you, Jack
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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its good short few pages
i love it here
like magnets
which magnetises chains of pins
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
ahnaf abrar
i was tempted to lie about my name
whats your name?
so the method has to be autonomous
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
much more tactility
have you read
no like which do people call me
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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