Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
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 silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
was it worth it
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
bro i read nothing in my life
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