wait what is that

and the fake qualifier

Rain, starting

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

like first name

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life


there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Better Lift

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

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

It Will Get Lighter

really i want the internet

Thank you, Jack

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you cannot feed someone truth

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

abrar?

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.

its performative

It Will Get Lighter

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

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.

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.