it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

and the fake qualifier

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

sorry i am texting like a slav

i have read not even 1 book

in a post. I want to be remembered

yes

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

not so on: yvf(wthw)

bro i read nothing in my life

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

propensity within someone

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books