bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
feel you
what do you think my name is
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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was it worth it
and the fake qualifier
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
that looks like my instagram account
i understand
no i haven't really read anything
no like which do people call me
god being the centre magnet
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt