no longer writing in the third person

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

2 (actually index). two is company

Lift Analysis

Thank you, Jack

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

1

. way too specific.

hello reader,

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

isaac

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

its good

Pimlico Rats

13, H, grate

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

It Will Get Lighter

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

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

and the fake qualifier