bro i read nothing in my life
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of
a better one, worst of all it's
the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
division of reality is straying away from it
confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with
it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at
websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to
browse
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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