i was tempted to lie about my name
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
wait what is that
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
lol
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
fw
i understand
was it worth it
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
or never left
have you read
bro i read nothing in my life
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
no longer writing in the third person