no like which do people call me
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no longer writing in the third person
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc."I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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
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?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
really i want the internet
what do you mean
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i dont understand magnetisation
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i really havent
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
"Put a blanket."
...
no i haven't really read anything
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.