there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

which magnetises chains of pins

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something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It Will Get Lighter

magnetises a pin

Worse Lift

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Put a blanket."
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

2 (actually index). two is company

or never left

...

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

that looks like my instagram account

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Thank you, Jack

hello reader,

like first name

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

yeah

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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.

bro i read nothing in my life