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.

no i haven't really read anything

i really havent

whats your name?

god being the centre magnet

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is this you as well

isaac

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf abrar

its good

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

idk

Slug

i really havent

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

which magnetises chains of pins

2 (actually index). two is company

I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

so at the end

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents