i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
it is hopeful
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
as in
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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in a post. I want to be remembered
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
magnetisation/form
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13