We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

Today I felt like starting

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IWGD

what do you think my name is

Better Lift

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Style

it is hopeful

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i have read not even 1 book

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

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

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

...

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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