hiding from the rain
no longer writing in the third person
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
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you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.its good short few pages
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no i haven't really read anything
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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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.
your feed looks like my tumblr
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Thank you, Jack
which magnetises chains of pins
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
magnetisation/form
Thank you, Jack