i am quite illiterate on producing technology

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

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

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Thank you, Jack

magnetises a pin

i love it here

i have read not even 1 book

hiding from the rain

feel you

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

Today I felt like starting

"Put a blanket."

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

god being the centre magnet

Thank you, Jack

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so at the end

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.

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

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.