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.

i have read not even 1 book

i see a website

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

no longer writing in the third person

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

have you read

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

feel you

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24


Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

2 (actually index). two is company

I am below everything.

Can I see

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

but i respect your search

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate