division of reality is straying away from it

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

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this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

Rain, starting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

wait what is that

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i really havent

fw

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

and the fake qualifier

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

no like which do people call me

It Will Get Lighter

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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 site i am dreaming