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.
abrar?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
brb i will read and reply sincerely
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
"Put a blanket."
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
propensity within someone
lol
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
much more tactility
magnetises a pin
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
magnetisation/form
i dont understand magnetisation
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse