The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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 love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i understand
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.i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like magnets
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
as in
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.
we can only engage in such a way