She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I am below everything.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Better Lift
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
i understand
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
the site i am dreaming
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
is this you as well
plato
what do you think my name is
December 2025
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
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magnetisation/form
and the fake qualifier
you have a beautiful account btw
no i haven't really read anything
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.
lol