to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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?

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

It Will Get Lighter

was it worth it

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

whats your name?

that looks like my instagram account

wait what is that

...

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

have you read

this will be about a slug
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

thank you

Can I see

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

send your tumblr

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

magnetises a pin