December 2025

its good short few pages

have you read

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

send your tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Pimlico Rats

i understand

not so on: yvf(wthw)

god being the centre magnet

is this you as well

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

that looks like my instagram account

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

and the fake qualifier

or never left

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

its good

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos