barren land

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

god being the centre magnet

yeah

i want to do that too

...

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

yeah

what do you think my name is

hello reader,

wait what is that

IWGD


And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

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 Write Goodbye Letter

and the fake qualifier

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

no longer writing in the third person

hiding from the rain

feel you


Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

It Will Get Lighter

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

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

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.