okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
isaac
its good short few pages
currently
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.hello reader,
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
hiding from the rain
sorry i am texting like a slav
you cannot feed someone truth
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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