we need to be deconstructing our identities
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
hiding from the rain
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
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
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
ion
bro i read nothing in my life
i see a website
kind of mythopoesis
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
in a post. I want to be remembered
what do you mean