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@infinitely-waking-up
this is how new yorkers @ mamdani
the elegant european woman didn’t stay for tea, but the promise of tomorrow hung in the air
dj play a 6pm breeze in 2007
La Reine: RIHANNA by Edward Enninful & Szilveszter Makó for EE72 Summer 2026
countries will be like “nooooo our birth rate is falling exponentially and it’s effecting our economy” and immigrants will be like “hey can you let us in so we can boost your economy and fill your empty jobs and raise our children here” and inevitably the country is like “the only thing worse than a large scale collapse of our population is letting foreigners live here”
STAR WARS (1977)
dir. George Lucas
if policies like "be nice" and "don't do slavery" are going to be "the fall of western civilization" then why would anyone be against that outcome
fuuuuck if the Evil Empire Of Misery And Sadness gets defeated the dow jones is gonna PLUMMET duuude we canttttt think about the dowwww
Iri B., Glass #2 Oil on canvas, 60 x 80cm
problematic sudoku solving skills gap
new pics of hayley via elise joseph james substack
My next album
something you learn fast and necessarily when you get into the habit of writing is that you are riddled with blind assumptions, prejudices, unpractised rhetoric and all kinds of unchallenged cicada shell thoughts that were left stuck to your mode of being when bad ideas fled you. most people get to move through the world behind a kind of modesty veil that divides their internal thoughts from their external observations, but you have to take that off when you write. you have to suddenly present the whole world to itself nakedly, without the kindness of someone who can stop you mid-sentence and say "hold on, I know you, you can't possibly mean that". people are often scared to show their work to an editor in case the editor points out what they look like without their modesty veil, but god, christ, hell and heaven, you have to be more afraid of what the whole world of strangers will see if you don't let someone pick the cicada shells off you first.
op is wordy, bloated, stylistically self-conscious. suggest condensing: "an editor is a guy who eats bugs"