The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

lol

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

Better Lift

so at the end

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

its good

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

it is hopeful

bro i read nothing in my life

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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

wait what is that

send link

so an active mazelike process

in a post. I want to be remembered

isaac

IWGD

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin