I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
like magnets
feel you
your feed looks like my tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i was tempted to lie about my name
sorry i am texting like a slav
send your tumblr
its good
its good short few pages
no like which do people call me
...
i want to do that too
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
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
isaac newton
which magnetises chains of pins
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
and the fake qualifier
yes
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.