Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
yeah
currently
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
hiding from the rain
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
send your tumblr
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thank you, Jack
no longer writing in the third person
no like which do people call me
in a post. I want to be remembered
a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
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
its good short few pages
Lift Analysis
yeah
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
idk
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i love it here
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it