not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

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.

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

isaac

so an active mazelike process

no i haven't really read anything

It Will Get Lighter

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i dont understand magnetisation

i really havent

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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.

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

what do you think my name is

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

autonomy of learning

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

much more tactility

currently

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