no longer writing in the third person
but really the thing should be autonomous
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good short few pages
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
bro i read nothing in my life
like first name
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
feel you
idk
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
not so on: yvf(wthw)
is everyoneback on tumblr now
god being the centre magnet
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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.