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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
I am below everything.
and the fake qualifier
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
wait what is that
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
as in
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak