i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

thank you

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

what do you mean

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.

barren land

i really havent

yeah

I am below everything.

i dont understand magnetisation

in a post. I want to be remembered

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

and the fake qualifier

like first name

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

really i want the internet

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.