its good

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Rain, starting

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Style

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree. 

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kind of mythopoesis

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

2 (actually index). two is company

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

yes

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

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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.

Thank you, Jack

magnetises a pin

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i have read not even 1 book