IWGD

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

have you read

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

and the fake qualifier

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

its good

lol yea

i was tempted to lie about my name

what do you think my name is


Slug

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

god being the centre magnet

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

isaac newton

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

really i want the internet

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

abrar?

i want to do that too

whats your name?

i really havent

the site i am dreaming