like first name

i was tempted to lie about my name

or never left

have you read

send your tumblr

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

bro i read nothing in my life

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

magnetisation/form

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

its performative

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Better Lift

ion

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

"Put a blanket."

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

what do you mean

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I am below everything.