Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

2 (actually index). two is company

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

idk

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

or never left

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

IWGD

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

I am below everything.

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it is hopeful