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.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i really havent
December 2025
hiding from the rain
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it is hopeful
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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
and the fake qualifier
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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
hello reader,
you have a beautiful account btw
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
feel you
i really havent