what do you think my name is

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i love it here

hiding from the rain

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Today I felt like starting


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i really havent

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

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. way too specific.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

i really havent

so the method has to be autonomous

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.