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IWGD

13, H, grate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

no longer writing in the third person

Better Lift

kind of mythopoesis

in a post. I want to be remembered

it is hopeful

"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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 Write Goodbye Letter

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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Pimlico Rats

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.