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.

i really havent

plato

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

whats your name?

isaac

magnetises a pin

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

its good

sorry i am texting like a slav

fw

send your tumblr

was it worth it

no i haven't really read anything

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

no like which do people call me

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

i want to do that too

lol yea

isaac newton

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that looks like my instagram account

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.

the site i am dreaming

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

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i dont understand magnetisation

ion

Thank you, Jack

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.

bro i read nothing in my life