stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
like magnets
feel you
Today I felt like starting
and the fake qualifier
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
i was tempted to lie about my name
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology