i was tempted to lie about my name

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

its performative

13, H, grate

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barren land

i love it here

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

Today I felt like starting

sorry i am texting like a slav

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

have you read

isaac newton

but i respect your search

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

yeah

you cannot feed someone truth

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

lol

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?