We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

bro i read nothing in my life

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

hiding from the rain

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

Style

Today I felt like starting

ion

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

the site i am dreaming

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like magnets

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

1

Worse Lift

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate