Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Better Lift
i have read not even 1 book
isaac newton
wait what is that
magnetises a pin
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.and the fake qualifier
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you mean
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
no longer writing in the third person
in a post. I want to be remembered