There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
was it worth it
your feed looks like my tumblr
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
lol yea
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you think my name is
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i want to do that too
that looks like my instagram account
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
lol
hiding from the rain
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
hello reader,