somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf abrar
the site i am dreaming
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
fw
i really havent
magnetises a pin
i love it here
god being the centre magnet
have you read
ion
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
feel you
sorry i am texting like a slav
December 2025
i dont understand magnetisation
plato
isaac
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
and the fake qualifier