I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

send your tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

ion

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

whats your name?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

bro i read nothing in my life

is everyoneback on tumblr now

barren land

lol

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Thank you, Jack

much more tactility

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Lift Analysis

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.

its good

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate