i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.feel you
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
what do you think my name is
barren land
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its performative
I am below everything.
but really the thing should be autonomous
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
you cannot feed someone truth
its good
no i haven't really read anything
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me