with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

i really havent

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

...

ahnaf abrar

sorry i am texting like a slav

I Write Goodbye Letter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

the site i am dreaming

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

yeah

2 (actually index). two is company

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

1

. way too specific.

lol

i really havent

what do you mean

send link

was it worth it

thank you

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

Thank you, Jack

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

this will be about a slug

Rain, starting

is this you as well

magnetisation/form