division of reality is straying away from it
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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and the fake qualifier
i understand
barren land
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
"Put a blanket."
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was it worth it
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i have read not even 1 book