baller. let’s go.

feel like a swallowed a ball of yarn. in a good eay. like it was to fill a yarn shaped space. in — have you have, do you ever — i was in a conversation recently and i nearly said something but didn’t and then for the rest of the chat i heard these whispers like from another world where i had said it.

it’s beautiful outside, in the world. i’ve been listening to young jeezy’s thug motivation 101. it feels like when you’re wearing a great outfit, and the sun is shining, and you’re walking down the street feeling a million bucks, and it’s a little too warm, and a breeze hits you. it feels like that.

and somebody said “if you think you’ll be okay, or you don’t, you’re probably right.”

and and and and

for it macerates, makes spicy pickles, renders savoury, strengthens, preserves, corrodes, and yields a tincture

the breaking the (g)loom event was quite lovely, and stella was there, and that was extremely good. and there were good people, and i hope to see them again and take part in an destroy build destroy. ballot box in the other.

i’m in the barbican conservatory at the moment writing. there’s a fat fish loving the head hose. big fat greek disco fish. blinged out acropolis. 7000 year old tacos.

i think other things happened in the week. i did not take notes.

monday i tried to go to permacomputing, but it turned out to be canceled. i hung out with River in Peckham.

tuesday was the algotrance. went with val and drei. met loy. good times.

wednesday becky avery and me went to goblin’s studio to attend the afterparty of a private show at the barbican. we did not attend the private show at the barbican. it was good to experience how we thrive with an ever-rotating semi-interactive audience of new faces. locked in, synced up. 3! 2! 1! the papier mâché was a bold choice, but the sticks were cute.

thursday we ran FoC. it was unbelievably beautiful. mimi gave a talk, i cried a little. lu spoke too. river too. it was such a wonderful night.

I can feel something, in the air, in London, in the computer. Like all these disparate webs weaving through the air are being blown and spun, spinning winding twirling together together. Like we’re on a precipice. Do you feel that too? Like it’s going to burst?

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like we’re on a precipice? like it’s going to burst?

friday night i was meant to be going to storyteller’s guild but i was having a terrible skin day. and then i had several shaving and makeup accidents and the only option was to sit on the lid of the toilet and cry and then watch battle rap for 48 hours.

saturday did not exist at all. i recall eating some cucumbers and lettuce. but apart from that, battle rap. all day. it was very sunny out, i stepped out twice. once around midnight, it was still so hot. felt like a good night to make a bad decision.

sunday started slow, i tidied up the apartment a little. i’m being held back from buying cookware because i really want it to be cute. i want everything in my life to be cute. but in this care i should probably, like, get something in

the meantime so that i can eat eggs and vegetables again. i’ve heard great things about cooked food. i love you like cooked food.

anyway

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