Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
But seriously, thank you, Jack
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the site i am dreaming
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
kind of mythopoesis
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
lol
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.