somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

barren land

yeah

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

that looks like my instagram account

really i want the internet

no longer writing in the third person

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is everyoneback on tumblr now

division of reality is straying away from it

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

i really havent

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

"Put a blanket."

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

Slug

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you have a beautiful account btw

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

lol

or never left