There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
or never left
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
like magnets
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.isaac
no like which do people call me
...
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i dont understand magnetisation
like first name
its good
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
was it worth it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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Thank you, Jack
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.what do you think my name is
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
you know who you are. no more time, not like
. way too specific.