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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
bro i read nothing in my life
i love it here
its good
fw
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
so at the end
isaac
as in
you cannot feed someone truth
thank you
its performative
propensity within someone
its good short few pages
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
much more tactility
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.