Better Lift


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

ion

and the fake qualifier


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send your tumblr

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

Slug

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.


the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

or never left

its good

idk

i really havent

that looks like my instagram account
this will be about a slug

lol

was it worth it

barren land

It Will Get Lighter

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.

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

lol yea

Rain, starting

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

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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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you