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

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thank you, Jack

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

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

its good

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

is this you as well

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

thank you

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

plato

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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 really havent

all that is to say

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

bro i read nothing in my life

wait what is that

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

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

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'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.

what do you think my name is