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

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

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

and the fake qualifier

its good

no i haven't really read anything

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

feel you

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

was it worth it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

send your tumblr

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

the site i am dreaming

yeah

send link

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever


a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

isaac

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

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


i really havent

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

It Will Get Lighter