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

that looks like my instagram account

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

hiding from the rain

I am below everything.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Today I felt like starting

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Worse Lift

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf abrar

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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


not so on: yvf(wthw)