but i respect your search
Today I felt like starting
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
no like which do people call me
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
what do you think my name is
propensity within someone
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
its good
send link
"Put a blanket."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
was it worth it
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i want to do that too
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
the site i am dreaming
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.