And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
ion
i want to do that too
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
barren land
what do you think my name is
feel you
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
idk
yeah
your feed looks like my tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol yea
abrar?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
no i haven't really read anything
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i love it here
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good
and the fake qualifier
sorry i am texting like a slav
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
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
plato
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.