we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

ion

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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?

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

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

...

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.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

2 (actually index). two is company

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

was it worth it

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

not their contents

Can I see

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

the site i am dreaming

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Slug

"Put a blanket."