bro i read nothing in my life

sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah

...

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

barren land

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

idk

its good

like magnets

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

your feed looks like my tumblr

no longer writing in the third person


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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Pimlico Rats

i was tempted to lie about my name

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

IWGD

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

plato

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

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.