something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Today I felt like starting
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
as in
send your tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class