sorry i am texting like a slav

all that is to say

really i want the internet

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

as in

1

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak



the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

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

and the fake qualifier

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

It Will Get Lighter

kind of mythopoesis

god being the centre magnet

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

was it worth it

send your tumblr


magnetisation/form

brb i will read and reply sincerely

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.


that looks like my instagram account