I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

Worse Lift

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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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

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Thank you, Jack

ahnaf abrar

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

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

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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and the fake qualifier

Slug

2 (actually index). two is company

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.

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

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