okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
isaac
what do you think my name is
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good short few pages
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
which magnetises chains of pins
idk
magnetises a pin
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
not their contents
bro i read nothing in my life
that looks like my instagram account
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
as in
but i respect your search