i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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god being the centre magnet
fw
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac newton
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
your feed looks like my tumblr
magnetises a pin
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
idk
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
or never left
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."
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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
barren land
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
yeah
what do you think my name is
its good
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.
whats your name?
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no i haven't really read anything