Pimlico Rats

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

division of reality is straying away from it

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

which magnetises chains of pins

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

whats your name?

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


and the fake qualifier


it is hopeful


It Will Get Lighter

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

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.


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.