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

wait what is that

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

much more tactility

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

i want to do that too

IWGD

isaac

i was tempted to lie about my name

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

its good

is this you as well

have you read

no longer writing in the third person

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting