i really havent
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Can I see
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
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.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Lift Analysis
brb i will read and reply sincerely
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
and the fake qualifier
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i really havent