I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a post. I want to be remembered

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

It Will Get Lighter

It's

dusk

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

hiding from the rain

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

feel you

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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

IWGD

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

was it worth it

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59