I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I Write Goodbye Letter

It Will Get Lighter

its performative

really i want the internet

Better Lift

Worse Lift

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

bro i read nothing in my life

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

no i haven't really read anything

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i dont understand magnetisation

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.

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.

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