lol
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i have read not even 1 book
what do you mean
no i haven't really read anything
like magnets
no like which do people call me
lol yea
have you read
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
your feed looks like my tumblr
fw
isaac newton
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.what do you think my name is
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
or never left
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
idk
i dont understand magnetisation