13, H, grate


and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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

1

. way too specific.

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hello reader,

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter

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 am quite illiterate on producing technology

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Style

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

"Put a blanket."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15