I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.
i really havent
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
yeah
lol
or never left
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i really havent
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
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
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
idk
bro i read nothing in my life
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
no like which do people call me