Better Lift
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i really havent
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
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to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
no like which do people call me
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.
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
what do you mean
lol yea
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like first name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.