and the fake qualifier

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

2 (actually index). two is company

that looks like my instagram account

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

...

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

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The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos