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

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

1

. way too specific.

i really havent

Today I felt like starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

the site i am dreaming

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

IWGD

like first name

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

Style

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.