Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

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

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

13, H, grate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

not their contents

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

i understand

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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

is this you as well

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

hiding from the rain

hello reader,

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos