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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

have you read

isaac newton

what do you think my name is

yeah

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

god being the centre magnet

so at the end

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

as in

i really havent

thank you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i was tempted to lie about my name

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

all that is to say