Today I felt like starting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
propensity within someone
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
was it worth it
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
plato
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no longer writing in the third person
...
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
what do you think my name is
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me
or never left
magnetises a pin
which magnetises chains of pins
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.
like magnets
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class