you cannot feed someone truth

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

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

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

13, H, grate

magnetises a pin

Rain, starting

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

bro i read nothing in my life

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

hiding from the rain


i dont understand magnetisation

no longer writing in the third person

Picture

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


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

Worse Lift

have you read


Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.


currently

that looks like my instagram account

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

whats your name?

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you think my name is

lol yea

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch