so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
brb i will read and reply sincerely
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good
whats your name?
no i haven't really read anything
i was tempted to lie about my name
isaac
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i understand
god being the centre magnet
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah
i love it here
what do you think my name is
send link
we need to be deconstructing our identities
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
feel you
propensity within someone
...
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class