I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
lol yea
ahnaf abrar
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
is this you as well
magnetises a pin
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
which magnetises chains of pins
i understand
what do you mean
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
brb i will read and reply sincerely
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
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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.
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currently