it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
the site i am dreaming
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
fw
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 studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i have read not even 1 book
Thank you, Jack
December 2025
what do you think my name is
its good
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
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