Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
it is hopeful
ion
barren land
its good
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.
its performative
no i haven't really read anything
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.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
what do you mean
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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.
plato
and the fake qualifier
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
send link
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
its good short few pages
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine