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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore 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.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i really havent
idk
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
and the fake qualifier
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the site i am dreaming