and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

no like which do people call me

like first name

or never left

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

this will be about a slug

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

i really havent

i dont understand magnetisation

It Will Get Lighter

bro i read nothing in my life

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

abrar?

barren land

so the method has to be autonomous

send link

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.