sorry i am texting like a slav
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
its good
like magnets
whats your name?
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
plato
what do you think my name is
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i was tempted to lie about my name
is everyoneback on tumblr now
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you, Jack
like first name
Lift Analysis
its good short few pages