I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
hiding from the rain
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
currently
it is hopeful
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
no longer writing in the third person
lol
"Put a blanket."
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
in a post. I want to be remembered
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
was it worth it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
that looks like my instagram account
i really havent
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine