Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

no longer writing in the third person

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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It Will Get Lighter

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.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

Worse Lift

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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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Better Lift

Can I see

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24