A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
ahnaf abrar
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was it worth it
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
your feed looks like my tumblr
its good short few pages
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like magnets
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yeah
i love it here
i have read not even 1 book
have you read
i was tempted to lie about my name
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
kind of mythopoesis
magnetises a pin
Thank you, Jack
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls