no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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.
December 2025
i see a website
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yes
Thank you, Jack
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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
ion
no like which do people call me
but i respect your search