Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
so at the end
you cannot feed someone truth
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
its good
which magnetises chains of pins
isaac
god being the centre magnet
its good
magnetises a pin
yeah
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
fw
like magnets
or never left
thank you
and the fake qualifier
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thank you, Jack
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.