is everyoneback on tumblr now

i really havent

is this you as well

that looks like my instagram account

lol yea

bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

this will be about a slug

fw

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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

god being the centre magnet

its good

the site i am dreaming

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

we can only engage in such a way

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

Thank you, Jack

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

like magnets

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

you have a beautiful account btw

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.