that looks like my instagram account

like magnets

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

idk

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i really havent

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i love it here

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

December 2025

which magnetises chains of pins

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

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ion

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

whats your name?

thank you

yeah

lol yea

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.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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