After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
what do you think my name is
whats your name?
god being the centre magnet
wait what is that
isaac
its good
lol yea
and the fake qualifier
the site i am dreaming
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ahnaf abrar
i want to do that too
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
we need to be deconstructing our identities
is this you as well
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i really havent
fw
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
was it worth it
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.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl