you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

send link

its good

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the site i am dreaming

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

lol

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

no like which do people call me

ion

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

barren land

thank you

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

plato

god being the centre magnet

fw

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

wait what is that

i understand

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.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

i dont understand magnetisation

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

isaac

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

lol yea