Week 50 of 2025

howdy daddy

i’m sitting on a train. i’ve just left cafe pacifico. someone outside charing cross said so much London in one sentence, maybe it was part of some kind of practical exam? “Oi! Hello! Hang on! It’s a bloody green man, isn’t it? You fucking cunt.”

well? hows u wee chick? hows tricks? u keepin well? aye. aye, same as me.

awk, poor wee thing you must’ve been scundered. ay, pobrecita.

what happened this week? i have the physical sensation inside me like i’ve been drinking litres of autumn and winter every morning. in a good way. on tuesday i spent an hour and a half with one of my favourite people to spend time with. on-line from far away. it felt like drinking litres and litres of autumn and winter. in a good way. the next day i attended an algorave and saw some other of my favourite people. and i drank litres and litres of autumn and winter in particular. and there were moments. and also there was an owl. and it’s important, something. in particular. i can almost feel the shape of it. but not quite. until then it’s just carry on. follow magic. do what must be done. alley oop.

i did a coup this week. and i am being supported by the military. now there is a coalition. it will be beneficial for all. overlords, benefactors, guides, stewards. it all looks the same from up here at the top.

as such, we are connected briefly in time to week 30 of the year, many several things that happened then are echoes now. louder now, in fact. echoes of now? reverberates in reverse? who knows how time loops, loop echoes, magic and alchemistry/god/wizards work. anyway, take this down your copybooks and draw the line. given enough metadata we can take Time down once and for all.

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i’ve dyed my hair this weekend. bleached and dyed. and i’ve doused myself in the cheapest, pinkest Versace perfume. it good. a clear demarcation. there was that, now there’s this. ladybug on the wrist. breathing’s uneven, my body is slimmer. it’s a good day. more honest. cuter and more obviously unbearable.

i’ve sent 3 half finished tracks to Spotify etc for a Christmas Eve release called ritual.

black rectangle with cyan rectangle w/ one edge highlighted white above the text 'ritual -- quiet party'

i will post a link next week.

talking about next week, it’s a big one.

maybe monyay
softer software society social
train to edinburgh, piercing change
see jm, ls, back on the train to london
some time during this close every remaining ticket

the oath was this time 2022. después de mexico en el verano, mucho después de sentimentos tontos en febrero. then there was the silence. then there was july, railway, party, boom, egodeath, radio, magnets, the second helping of sentimentos peligrosamente tontos. and then, what? a chance, i guess. a pause, in effect. but what if it unfolds in reverse? will i be skilled/chilled enough to chop hop at first goof? or, shards of glass. amour de soi. maybe it’s easy now, wee buns. no sweat, wee buns. sweet to the beat las vegas.

one time, trying to lift my spirits, someone told me i’m “a niche fuck”.

4 photo grid. photo of me in a dirty mirror with my face covered by the phone. chee rabbits with the caption 'i should learn strudel' in rainbow gradient comic sans. i am wearing a green beanie hat with cherries written on it and smiling. my hair is pink. hello kitty pyjamas — figure 1.1