something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
"Put a blanket."
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
division of reality is straying away from it
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thank you, Jack
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.