the site i am dreaming
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
bro i read nothing in my life
magnetisation/form
bro i read nothing in my life
kind of mythopoesis
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
it is hopeful
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?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i love it here
feel you
fw
and the fake qualifier
idk