Today I felt like starting

currently

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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.

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

Better Lift

like magnets

isaac

like first name

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

bro i read nothing in my life

so an active mazelike process

which magnetises chains of pins

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

we can only engage in such a way

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.

plato

you have a beautiful account btw

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever