I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i understand
like first name
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
was it worth it
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
feel you
i dont understand magnetisation
barren land
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.bro i read nothing in my life
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I am below everything.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
abrar?
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
you have a beautiful account btw
really i want the internet
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.