but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Thank you, Jack

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"Put a blanket."

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

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

i see a website