but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos


Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

its good short few pages

barren land

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

or never left

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

it is hopeful

Style

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Worse Lift