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.
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
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
fw
yeah
lol
sorry i am texting like a slav
we can only engage in such a way
thank you
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
magnetises a pin
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
lol yea
idk
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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your feed looks like my tumblr
Thank you, Jack
yes
i love it here
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