so at the end

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

or never left

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i love it here

what do you think my name is

its good

i really havent

magnetises a pin

feel you

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

Picture

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.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

hiding from the rain

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

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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."

i was tempted to lie about my name

bro i read nothing in my life

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