Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i have read not even 1 book

yeah

send your tumblr

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

much more tactility

fw

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

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?

and the fake qualifier

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.

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

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